I put a chair and tripod down where they seem to like to be and waited; for them to come to me. No paid for hides, no expensive trips, no bait, no feeder out of shot, no fake branches, just some very special birds that seem to trust me. I found some juvenile buzzards on one of my regular dog walking routes. I never approached them, just clocked where they were and stayed out of the way. A couple of times I sat in the corner of the field for an hour or so, taking note of where they liked to hang out. There’s three in total, one strong, flighty and finding its own meals - bugs foraged from the leaves. One that makes a big racket but stays put, expecting others to bring in the dinner. And one small, fluffy and cute but very sleepy - I fear it’s weaker than the other siblings. They’ve been seen out and about for a week now. In just a few more days they’ll be on their own to find their way.