Red Kite - Cameos of Bird Life #15
It was one of those serendipitous moments - hanging out the washing I looked up at the sound of whistling, thinking it was the farmer working his dogs. Only to see a couple of Red Kite rising from the fields with lazy wing beats and forked tails twisting - pale red-brown marionettes in the morning sun ...
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Looking out the kitchen window the first snow of winter on the mountains, black twigged hedges casting frosted white shadows, that stay all day, across the fields; a hunting Sparrowhawk flips over a nearby hedge disturbing a flock of Fieldfare, their gun-metal blue heads shining in the afternoon winter sun as they rise as one circling the field before settling back on the hedge.
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