. My life among the wild birds in Spain . The Flight of the Red Kite 167 by its arch-enemy, man. Even in Spain, where ii is so abundantand so little molested, it is not always easy to watch its graomovements at close range. But across the Straits, in Mer-it ceases to have an) tear oi man, and to me one ol the addedpleasures of camping out in the wilder parts of that country is towatch the Kites on the wing at close quarters. It was not untilI had such an experience that I appreciated the marvel of precisionand grace combined which characterize the least movements of theKite. When on the march
. My life among the wild birds in Spain . The Flight of the Red Kite 167 by its arch-enemy, man. Even in Spain, where ii is so abundantand so little molested, it is not always easy to watch its graomovements at close range. But across the Straits, in Mer-it ceases to have an) tear oi man, and to me one ol the addedpleasures of camping out in the wilder parts of that country is towatch the Kites on the wing at close quarters. It was not untilI had such an experience that I appreciated the marvel of precisionand grace combined which characterize the least movements of theKite. When on the march in Morocco I found it interestingnote how soon alter we got our pack animals unladen and tentspitched, a pair of Red Kites would appear and constitute themselvesthe guardians of the spot, circling often not 20 ft. above us andkeenly watching for any fragments worthy of their a few easy strokes of its wings, no laboured flapping, onewould glide slowly past on motionless pinions, with head inclinedand bright yellow eye clos
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