More Red Kites
Each morning here in Oxfordshire, over breakfast, after we’ve let the eleven chickens out of their bedtime quarters into their expansive run, I get the chance to photograph the Red Kites. I’m sitting drinking decaffeinated coffee and tucking into toast with thick cut marmalade when one makes a low pass over the garden.

This one is the same one which visited earlier in the week. I can recognise it because it has one of the tail feathers missing and the distinctive ‘v’ shaped tail isn’t as evident.
Luckily, another individual comes along. Of all the reasons for a civilised breakfast to be ruined and a mad dash for my camera to be made, Red Kites are one of the best I can imagine.
Stunning, aren’t they?

This one definitely has its eyes on me.

Or maybe it’s the chickens?
More Red Kites



