There we were, three of us in the middle of nowhere, muffled up against the cold with woolly hats pulled low over our eyes. We had stopped the car by a barn, and had binoculars and a telescope trained on a distant bush looking for Tree Sparrows, when all the birds suddenly flew.
We looked across at the road and saw a local hunt had stopped at the sight of us, presumably thinking we might be hunt saboteurs. After some tense questioning, we let them pass.
We were also hunting, and cleared 87 species in the day. Many were distant, with few photo-opportunities for those of us who are telescopically challenged.
The best part of the day was again the evening, watching two Hen Harriers fly over and into a nearby reedbed, with nearby sights and sounds of Woodcock, Bewicks Swans, Snipe, Water Rail, Cetti's Warbler and finally a Tawny Owl that we rescued from the middle of a busy road.