Encounter with another buzzard

This year, the encounters seem to happen in pairs. I’ve often seen the buzzard by the pond on the Fechenheim side of the Main River. Usually, he saw me first and flew away. Not this time! Again, he let me get within a few meters, and we eyed each other for a while. I sat down under his tree, which unfortunately is already budding and therefore doesn’t offer a clear view of him, and waited for him to take flight. Nothing! He just sat there. In the meantime, I walked around the pond twice—once to get a fresh battery, and the second time to bring my bike along—he wasn’t afraid and didn’t fly away.

As is often the case when waiting, when the right moment arrives, you’re not ready. And so it was here. He flew right to my feet, hovered briefly above me, and then fluttered off into the next tree. Too close for my lens. But I’m sure I’ll see him again. Thanks again for the lovely photos, dear buzzard!