Hunting on his own among the moss beds in the sunshine. He waves his wings up and then forwards. Perhaps it is to scare up prey. I noticed that almost all the time he does it in the sunshine, he is facing into the light.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER – –doesn't mean I'm LOST
Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST
Hunting on his own among the moss beds in the sunshine. He waves his wings up and then forwards. Perhaps it is to scare up prey. I noticed that almost all the time he does it in the sunshine, he is facing into the light.