T + 17
Last night we had an amazing. spectacle above our house close to sunset as a dozen or more Black Kites swooped and swirled above our heads.
I am used to seeing Kites – in the UK it’s the Red Kite which circles the skies in ones or twos harried by crows. Their cries echoing out across the playgrounds above my old school in Thame and soaring over the hills on my way home to MK. These kites circled silently the only noise from
The chattering birds below and a distant Imam calling the faithful to prayer. Then the scene was broken by the raucous squawks of three Ibises on their way to roost.