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sbisson at 09:06pm on 04/06/2005
sbisson at 09:06pm on 04/06/2005One of the triumphs of English wildlife conservation has been the reintroduction of the Red Kite to the edges of the Chiltern Hills.
It's always a pleasure to drive along the high stretch of the M40, between High Wycombe and the long descent to the Oxford plain, as you're always sure of a chance to see one or two of these beautiful birds. Tonight, however, things were very different. Instead of just one or two kites, the sky was full of them.
Thirty, maybe even forty, raptors swooping and swirling - occasionally dropping so low that you could see each individual feather. Tails twisted as they captured every last gust of the dying evening breeze, wings stretched out, the signature spread feathers silhouetted against the bright evening sky.
A lovely way to end the day.
It's always a pleasure to drive along the high stretch of the M40, between High Wycombe and the long descent to the Oxford plain, as you're always sure of a chance to see one or two of these beautiful birds. Tonight, however, things were very different. Instead of just one or two kites, the sky was full of them.
Thirty, maybe even forty, raptors swooping and swirling - occasionally dropping so low that you could see each individual feather. Tails twisted as they captured every last gust of the dying evening breeze, wings stretched out, the signature spread feathers silhouetted against the bright evening sky.
A lovely way to end the day.
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