It’s always the way. You wait for ages for one Red Kite, and then three turn up at once.
On Sunday I got up early, packed up a flask of tea and some food, and went out for an early stroll and a picnic breakfast. I sat under the big oak tree and looked across the valley, drinking tea and watching the antics of a Chinese Water Deer in the field below.
At 7.40am three Red Kites rose up from the woods on the other side of the valley. They circled slowly, gaining height, and then soared away in different directions. Within five minutes the valley was empty again.
It was as fine a view for breakfast as you could hope for. The Red Kite is now definitely ticked off my local species list. I need to find something else to focus on.