Red Kite; Milano real

Walking a mountain road a kind of whistle coming from a near pine-tree forest called my attention. I thought somebody was calling back his dog. Suddenly a magnificent red kite appear from the trees whistling or wailing a kind of high pitch weieie-ee-ow. It has an elegant, light flight with great elasticity and elegance. It was flying slowly, changing direction continuously and watching carefully the ground, flexing its wings and twisting its long tail from side to side to exploit air currents to the full.