We are very blessed around here to be home to many Red Kites. {Thats the bird, not the thing on a string...}
Rare, endangered and frankly never seen in 90% of Great Britain they are pretty plentiful here, and I see lots every single day. Not sure the locals have a clue why I am so excited by them, but I never take them for granted, I always have to exclaim - oooh Kite! - and I confess to several 'close to crashing into the hedge because I look up at them' moments. {on foot, in the car or on the horse..LOL!} They are easily identifiable by their triangular tail.
Luckily. Because I am not as well up on my breeds of birds as I probably should be living here. It's like an encyclopaedia of British birds outside. Every time I see a big bird if its not a Kite I call it a Buzzard. Could be anything but its either a Kite or Buzzard to me ;)
{Pretty sure this IS a buzzard. If it isn't don't shatter that illusion and tell me otherwise. Kite, or Buzzard. Life is simpler this way!}
