Painted last year when the snow was still hanging on the tops of the mountains across the valley. Kite on the wing.

Whilst sitting under a tree in the garden having a leisurely supper the other evening, our nearest farming neighbour started on the grass harvesting for silage. Winter fodder for his cattle. As soon as the machinery started up their noisy drone in the field the first red kite appeared as if by magic to follow the forage harvester. After about an hour of work the tractors had 7 or 8 large birds following, swooping and diving in their wake. Birds eager, themselves, for a tasty morsel of supper.

MacbethShakespeare ‘s allusion to the Red Kite

In act 5, scene 3, when Macduff is told that Macbeth’s thugs have murdered the whole of his family he says:

‘All my pretty ones? Did you say all?
O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?’

2 thoughts on “Scavengers…..

  1. The same happens here when the combines roll…suddenly all the field mice are exposed and the hawks have a “field day!”

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