Geraldine Gregory has been observing a buzzard (buteo buteo) from her house just across the river from the hotel.
We have nicknamed him Buzz, a single male buzzard that has been flying over our garden for the last few months.
By degrees he has become more inquisitive, landing on the grass to investigate the numerous molehills that have appeared lately. Maybe he hopes to catch one of the moles. At least he can eat the worms that have been disgorged by the eruptions.
Buzz is now a regular visitor enticed to a post in the centre of the lawn where he finds the fresh meat which we have impaled on a nail. It is fascinating to watch him land so precisely within a few minutes of us placing it there.
We do not wish to tame him any further but just enjoy the fact that a wild creature can be so accepting of a human relationship.