The sound of the local buzzards mewing reminded me that the fledging of the youngsters had proved a good time to try and get pics in the past, so having tracked down another roadkill rabbit it was time to set up the hide amongst the bushes and sit back in the hope of a visit.
Took a couple of hours, a few magpies aside, but then I heard calling and a bird came in for a look. It was quite wary so I didn't start snapping. Interestingly it didn't feed, but started calling answered by a second bird which came nearer before they swapped over. Ageing buzzards is tricky but I suspected a parent calling a juvenile - who knows.
Later there was a changeover again although this bird didn't really feed.
By late afternoon when we walked the dogs round the rabbit had all gone.