The Red Kite is Wales’ favourite bird. Every Easter when we travel up to Talley keeping an eye out for their forked tails and rusty plumage circling over the fields is something we always do. Apparently they used to steal clothes from washing lines to make their nests, referenced by Shakespeare in King Lear; “When the Kite builds, look to your lesser linen”. They had a tough time surviving in most of the UK, but in Wales they reign supreme 🙂
Anyway, up in the fields near Llanddeusant there’s a Red Kite Feeding Centre where every day at 3pm (in summer, 2pm in winter) you can watch them eat. It only costs £4 for adults (£2 for kids) and is worth every penny, even if you’re not much of a bird watcher!
If you’re up in the Brecon Beacons, or around Llandeilo or Sennybridge then it’s absolutely worth taking a detour to visit the Feeding Station.
Sometimes I get caught up in baking something new but then lose my appetite straight after for whatever it is that I’ve made (Does anyone else get that? Cook’s Curse, I guess…). Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I made a loaf of banana bread that sat out on the kitchen counter for a few days half eaten. In the end I decided that maybe the birds would like to try it instead, so I broke it up and threw it out into the garden. A crow was first on the scene and I watched closely as he gobbled up a few pieces and then picked up the rest in his beak and flew away.
So my friendship with the crow began. He comes back everyday for breakfast and will often just sit up in the tree watching us hang out in the kitchen. I called him Ragnar (I’m a little obsessed with the TV show Vikings, don’t cha know?). I hide bits of food under an old coconut half just for him, and he’s clever enough to flip it over with his beak, take the food and then flip it back. 🙂
Last week I went for a walk around Newport Wetlands and ended up getting lost. And I don’t mean lost in the whimsical wandering sense, I mean, send out a frigging helicopter lost. I had no idea that the RSPB Wetlands Walk turned into the Wales Coast Path and somewhere past the lighthouse I took a wrong turning and… well, I wandered a couple of miles towards the Severn Bridge without realising. Oops. The path became very quiet, very suddenly (what happened to all those “Bird People” with the hats and the binoculars?) and I had to jump a few fences to find my way back. I got there in the end though and dragged my muddy boots into the RSPB cafe for tea and cake.