This afternoon while working in the Alpine house there was a huge kerfuffle just outside, with hens screaming and squawking. Obviously I dashed out, foxes are a hazzard here. No fox, just a buzzard sat on the shed roof no more than 5 feet away from me, with two crows diving at its head and the hens now no longer in sight. It did not stop, just flapped its wings and lazily flew onto the telegraph pole over the road, followed by the crows. Then off it went, with its attendant court away towards the woods where it seems to live.
We have a lot of buzzrds around here, but they rarely come that close to the house. Beautiful if cruel looking creature.