Abandoned bicycle

I got the bus to Norseman and took the road up the hill. A kestrel mobbed a buzzard as a hen harrier flew past. I usually head straight to the hide at Cottascarth but today continued up the hill, finding some nice iron wheels by a barn and then two old cycles long dumped in the heather. I was glad to see my first great skua of the spring then I cut across the moor and down to the hide, getting pretty wet as I did, so I was glad of the shelter. A pair of hen harriers carried out food exchanges mid-air, which was impressive to watch.
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