Two random encounters.
Watching yachts, and a walk along the Anglesey coast.
A thrilling spectacle.
A mesmerising couple of hours on the Wirral.
Chilling out, until a peregrine kicks up a commotion.
In which I witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.