This Crab Spider has mistaken the parasol for a large flower.
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Two Buzzards hovered in a gentle yet persistent breeze. A Swift started feeding overhead. The Rooks, who we had watched fly down to roost last night from the garden, flew west, over us, with their characteristic croaking contact calls.
The mist across the Pevensey Levels was beautiful, as the sun rose over the High Weald horizon in the east.