Two days ago, the evening was falling and I heard the distinct cry of a red kite. There are many of them around here, they are our most famous avian neighbours in this part of England. I often see them flying but they are quite difficult to . Then I heard the distinct cry again and saw where it was coling from: the top of a nearby tree, where a red kite was perched. I am not good at taking pictures, but I took a few snapshots and I think they look quite nice and very atmospheric. There is just something about the shadow of a bird of prey at sundown. So I decided to share it today.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
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