It’s a cold, bright winter’s day and I’m sitting in a wooden hide. As I look through an open hatch the sun is warm on my face. Outside the hide, in an adjacent field, is a small pile of raw meat that our guide has dumped onto the ground from a bucket. I’m staring intently at it but every now and then I glance upwards, scanning the sky. It’s about as unlikely a prelude to a spectacular wildlife display as you could imagine, but something quite wonderful is about to happen and there’s a very real sense of anticipation and…










