As I drove along a countryside road this morning, a Red Kite flew dangerously low near my car. Within seconds he swooped and claimed the dead rodent that lay in the road ahead. His presence and determination startled me, as I had not been anticipating his calculated swoop for an early breakfast. I wondered if I had frightened him? Undaunted, he collected breakfast, went his way and I went mine.
Flurry of feathers