· Berkshire ·
A weekend at Bill and Angela’s. As usual, red kites were everywhere. A real conservation success story. I’ve only ever seen a single red kite at our place, two years ago next week, but they are also gradually re-establishing themselves in the North, so I’ll continue to keep my eyes peeled.
As I sat on the bench beneath the wisteria, enjoying a brew first thing, a robin shot into the foliage above. A chorus of plaintive, high-pitched cheeps immediately erupted. I’d been sitting five feet from a robins’ nest without realising. Time to withdraw into the house.
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