Country diary: a young buzzard finds its heart-rending voice

Sandy, Bedfordshire: Somewhere between the nest and the wide world beyond, a juvenile bird must follow its parent, like it or not Not a single day, not a single hour, can pass in these late summer fields without the catcalls starting. I have heard hobbies here, kestrels and sparrowhawks too, but no raptor’s cry gets under the skin like the mew of a young buzzard. It is the cat demanding to be let in, let out, or both, or neither.The juvenile finds its plaintive voice during these fledging