August is a particularly awkward month as the rooks that are normally ready to fly in for a meal at any opportunity have instead been to the the hills for the hatching of grubs.
This has left nervous carrion crows and ravens on patrol and neither of these birds have been eager to be first to land on the meat.
The red kites are then of a mind that the meat will be 'safe' no matter how long they stay aloft.
Today it was the rain that started quite lightly at lunch time, but gained strength as the afternoon unfolded, until shortly after I'd put out the food it lashed down and drove everything into the trees.
It only brightened just after 5pm and 10 minutes later kites and ravens were themselves pouring in for food.
Tony Cross brought in a new patient - a 20yr old red kite!
This has to be the oldest inhabitant of the rehabilitation units to date.
This kite is a bit of mystery as no injuries have been found, and it eats its rations, but will not fly.
No. 63 has come on well and now stands on both feet, flys the length of the rehab unit, and if anything is now a little too heavy since regaining its appetite.