BLACK SHOULDERED KITE

Another wet and windy winter's day in Kilmore. Actually it was bright sunshine when I set out but turned to rain by the time I reached the twin bridges, a few kilometres to the West of town

Once again the Black Shouldered Kite was out and about. Perhaps it was the same one I looked at the day before.

It was raining quite heavily when I stopped the car, but the kite continued his or her hunting, unconcerned that I was close by.
It remained over the same place for a few moments, its eyes very fixed on a spot on the ground.

It was only after a number of trucks passed with lots of noise and splashing of water, that the kite flew off a little distance to hunt over a neighbouring paddock.
It was too far off in the rain for me to see whether or not the hunting was successful.