Red Tails on the Wind.

Snow was still lying in sun starved folds of far off velvet mountains.Peat coloured waters of unknown depths with dark mirrored surfaces lay over the huge expanse of moorland. A lone Moorhen bobbed it's way across the corner of one small pool.

Plaintive cries of Curlew carried on the wind,the birds themselves hidden within the depths of the spongy grasses.

Pleasingly abundantly rising Skylarks,their serenading songs whipped away from them in the strong wind dived for cover as the silent barred shape of the Hen Harrier passed by.

A colourful long winged giant flew overhead with apparent ease.Vivid red flashes from a twist of it's fork like tail giving away it's identity as a wonderful Red Kite!

Heavy,glossy,purple black cronking Ravens were a delight to see as they flew powerfully away from sight.

Soaring Buzzards and hovering Kestrels also took their turns in the sky as we observed the unfolding daily dramas of the majestic moorland.