Damien Enright: I marvelled at how graceful the buzzard drifted in the sky

This morning I saw a buzzard drifting across the blue sky above my home in West Cork and marvelled at how gracefully and effortlessly it was carried on the upper air, while here on earth, the blackbird foraging in the vegetable patch had to hop-hop-hop as he foraged and the coal tits and blue tits had to peck-peck-peck tree trunks for insects, writes Damien Enright.

The buzzard belonged in another dimension, planing on strata of the invisible stuff all around us. How wonderful!