A couple of weeks ago, coming back from the river, mom and I spotted a white-tailed kite hunting. It was hovering in midair over the meadow, a characteristic behavior, looking for mice and such. Today, coming back from the river, there was the kite again. This time, it wheeled and careened in the air, screeching and being impressive for some time. Then it came to rest in a tree top, where it could survey the surrounding fields for food. -EO

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