Buzzard at the Marshes, Lydney

Caught him on tree stump, dead one. Not a good picture.

Pheasant being fattened for Christmas

They are only kept for shooting them. It is funny, how they are born, about 8 months later, then put out to be shot. That's funny, imagine it could be a human, living till 16 years and being bred for that purpose, ha ha. Oh, ask the suicide bombers?

Carrion Crow at Lydney recreation grounds

Wow, its another one. This is a war victim, and has lost his right eye. It might have been in a fight perhaps, with a Buzzard, and they always try to mob them.
By the way, the Mute Swan cygnet, the one that I was talking about, has finally joined its parents. I am glad.

Jay at Cannop Ponds

The poor Jay, he was born with this illness, all his neck feathers were gone and the beak was crossed. It didn't look like it would last much time.

Brown Hawker at the Marshes, Lydney

Another sunny day. The Brown Hawker passed my thoughts as I was waiting for a Buzzard. I caught that Buzzard a little bit later, it was being mobbed by a Carrion Crow.