Spent the afternoon at a windy and deserted Cathkin Marsh. The local crows were constantly harassing both a Buzzard and a Kestrel. A vole scampered away under fallen Reed stems and a juvenile Moorhen fluttered into cover. A Grey Heron obviously resented my presence as well, and kept lolloping back and forwards.
Stayed on until dusk, just enjoying the peace and the "wild".
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