Another overcast morning, with light rain, but still. So once I heard that wandering voice I was intent on a close-encounter. I heard him again, found him in a tree, saw him fly low and rapid in stealth flight. I can do stealth too. I know not to let my profile be seen against the horizon, I keep low, using stone walls and hawthorn and juniper to conceal me, where I may.
The stonechat break into alarm calls. The pair bring beaks insect-crammed to feed their brood.