With another calm, sunny morning on the cards, Pearson Snr and I headed back into the forest for another crack at Goshawks, and had an absolute ball with them; a minimum of eight individuals were identifiable in the field and from the photos, with perhaps one or two more also involved, and it was a joy to be out in such peaceful, picturesque circumstances with such iconic raptors putting on a killer show.
Less enamouring was the youngster with missing flight feathers consistent with a gunshot (see a few photos down) - Welcome to Yorkshire, indeed.
