The wheat is coming along nicely.
I stopped here because there was a large hawk perched on a single powerline. He watched as I took my camera out then took to the sky before I could take his photo.
Soaring the thermals.
The hawk was patiently watching the wheat fields looking for the slightest rustle of a stalk. Mr mouse sits quietly, then darts across to greener pasture causing the wheat to betray him and signal his presence to the hawk.
Perhaps fortunately for the mouse, I interrupted proceedings and the hawk effortlessly launched himself into the blue yonder. As I scrambled to get the phone camera settings sorted out, he climbed rapidly as the thermals lifted him to the skies. I furiously clicked away on my phone with the invisible screen due to the bright sun. One photo worked ok, so I'm rather chuffed. What a beautiful creature in a beautiful place on such a beautiful day.
I started out listening to George Benson - Breezin' but now I'm going to listen to Steve Miller -
Fly Like an Eagle