I was coming back from my run this morning in the rain (have I mentioned it’s been raining?) when I was buzzed by a buzzard. Not once, but four or five times, the last time so low that I could hear the rush of air over its wings as it passed. They’re big birds, buzzards – not as big as eagles but big enough, frankly, under the circumstances. And I know I look like hell when I’m running, but I do wish they’d grant me the courtesy of waiting until I have actually collapsed, before coming in to deal with the corpse.




July 6, 2008 at 10:43 am |
At least you weren’t harried by a harrier
July 6, 2008 at 10:55 am |
Oh I’d far rather be harried by a harrier than buzzed by a buzzard… harriers are way cooler than buzzards
July 6, 2008 at 12:12 pm |
Blimey. That would scare me witless, I’m bad enough with gulls.
July 6, 2008 at 12:37 pm |
I’ve never been buzzed by a buzzard, or harried by a harrier, or krapped on by a kite or blatted by a barn owl; but I’ve been pooped by a pigeon, shat on by a seagull and mobbed by magpies.
July 6, 2008 at 12:39 pm |
Deploy a decoy sheep carcase. Kind of like the chaff or flares that military planes use to distract missiles. That should work.
July 6, 2008 at 1:36 pm |
Bleurgh. Running’s bad enough without a stinky sheep carcase in tow.
July 6, 2008 at 8:41 pm |
Be thankful that they’re not vultures! xx
July 6, 2008 at 8:55 pm |
great stuff, I was in mid wales two weeks ago and saw a red kite.
August 13, 2008 at 12:08 pm |
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