|I'LL LET YOU MAKE UP YOUR OWN PUN.|
I was getting bored and was going to head off back to the van...once I dried off in the sun a bit, when as one, the large group of all the Skylarks and Meadow Pipits flew off alarm calling over the hedge and into the field behind me for all of a nano second a grey bird low to the ground caught my eye before disappearing, it was very far off and despite the very,very brief glimpse I knew what it was, gut feeling mind, I needed some proof but "by the time I cover the distance I saw the bird it would be long gone at that speed" I thought, I really wanted to go down to where I saw it but again my gut (I think all the walking had made me hungry) said stay put, the larks and pipits started to come over my head to settle back into the field in front of me, but still they were acting odd, putting down on the ground nearer to me then they had been, still alarm calling, and then dashing low and VERY fast but distant I saw the reason, MERLIN, I was struggling thanks to both speed of the bird/long grass/shit reflexes couldn't keep the focus on the bird, hell I was struggling to keep the bird in the viewfinder,a GREAT birder Jake once said to me that Merlin's fly on their wings, I think I asked "What does that mean?", I think I got a cryptic reply, "you'll know when you see one hunting"...thanks Jake :o), but the man was right (as always), this birds ability to change movement so quickly...well it's hard to put in words but it's unmistakable, it makes a Hobby look sluggish, honestly!
It was after the pipits and wasn't giving up, I managed some distant and poor record shots, I apologise but I couldn't keep up with it, I lost count the number of times I cursed. I woudln't mind but this bird wasn't giving up, it's pursuit was relentless, I think anything else would've gave up, I nearly did but had to get some proof for "it wasn't there" brigade.