Last Friday when I was mowing, I looked up and saw a dark bird of prey flying over my neighbour’s house. I ran inside to get my camera, flinging off my earmuffs, hat and sunglasses as I went.
When I ran back outside, the bird of prey was gone. As I scanned the skies, pivoting like an ice skater, I heard the alarm calls of noisy miners in nearby gum trees. I watched and waited and the bird of prey flew out of them.
I fired off some shots and couldn’t resist taking one as it flew near the moon.