The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, highlighting the soft, grey tones of a dove, serenely grooming itself, perched on the branch of a tree, in front of our bedroom window.
A dark shadow breaks through the foliage striking the unsuspecting dove at lightning speed, followed by a flurry of feathers as other panicked winged visitors scatters for cover in different directions.
The Steppe Buzzard has secured it's meal for the day and triumphantly carries it's prey to a nearby branch, calmly stripping the feathers to get to the tender bits beneath.
For one last moment the sun captures the soft grey tones of dove feathers as it flutters to the ground below. A stark reminder how suddenly terror strikes and life as we know it, is altered forever.
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A dark shadow breaks through the foliage striking the unsuspecting dove at lightning speed, followed by a flurry of feathers as other panicked winged visitors scatters for cover in different directions.
The Steppe Buzzard has secured it's meal for the day and triumphantly carries it's prey to a nearby branch, calmly stripping the feathers to get to the tender bits beneath.
For one last moment the sun captures the soft grey tones of dove feathers as it flutters to the ground below. A stark reminder how suddenly terror strikes and life as we know it, is altered forever.
www.eminienaber.com
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