The red kite is a soaraway success story, having escaped extinction to become a familiar sight in our skies again

Eagles may have a near-monopoly in raw power and hunting ospreys own the franchise for pure drama, but no other flying bird of prey possesses the languid eloquence of the red kite (Milvus milvus). No matter the circumstances, the bird seems unable to hurry.

Its wings, proportionate to its weight, are the longest of any British raptor and the full span rises and falls with a slow, measured, deeply rhythmic beat. The forked tail is equally long — even longer by itself, in fact, than most male sparrowhawks. All these parts combine in perfect harmony to create the bird’s aerial impression of leisured grace.

At one time, the only part of Britain where you could enjoy this spectacle was central Wales, an area that eventually advertised itself as ‘kite country’. It still does, albeit not with the same sense of exclusivity. In the past three decades, there has been such an upsurge in kite range and numbers that it is now hard to judge which is the more exciting development: the restoration of breeding ospreys across Britain, the resurrection of our peregrine population or this red-kite explosion.

The birds are commonplace not only across southern England, but in the Midlands, Yorkshire and both the south-west and far Highlands of Scotland, too. In Wales, they are almost everywhere. The last British census that took place in 2016 recorded 4,400 pairs, which is almost certainly a major underestimate of the current total. However, the key measure of the whole change is the British breeding figure logged in 1976: only 34 pairs and all in central Wales.

What turned the tide? A 1989 release programme using kites imported from Sweden and Spain was so successful, especially in the Chilterns, that wild English-reared birds were eventually used to underpin final releases into the 21st century, such as those in Co Down, Northern Ireland.

There are still problems to be overcome: use of poisoned baits and collisions with wind turbines have slowed the birds’ return in northern Scotland. Yet the overall picture is remarkable: in the past decades, numbers have increased by 2,000%. One of the stranger ironies of the success is that, today, the species is technically ‘green-listed’, meaning there are no perceived threats to our population. However, in Europe, red kites are judged near-threatened now and it may be the case that British-born kites will support reintroduction work back on the Continent.

We no longer have to visit Wales to enjoy these magnificent birds. In fact, would-be kite spotters might only need to go as far as the nearest motorway: kites love to patrol along busy roads because of the food supplies provided by roadkill. In Wales itself, you can also call at Gigrin Farm, near Rhayader. In the early 1990s, its owner took to feeding a few kites that roosted in his trees; little did he realise he was seeding what is probably the species’ largest congregation found anywhere in the world. The farm has since evolved into a major attraction and, during some big winter gatherings, there can be 600 birds on the wing together.

Kites need tall trees in which to build, but they readily take over old nests left by buzzards and crows, decorating the inner lining with scraps of sheep’s wool or even paper, plastic and rags. They have even been shown to steal items from washing lines for furnishing purposes. This behaviour was known even in Tudor times — and we have that on the highest literary authority. Shakespeare evidently came across it in kites that nested in central London, including a reference to it in The Winter’s Tale, the larcenous ne’er-do-well Autolycus announcing ‘when the kite builds, look to lesser linen’.

On one northern Scottish estate, the modern craze for wild swimming has offered a new frontier in the old kite line of petty theft: visitors have gone off skinny dipping only to return to find some clothes items missing. Later in the season, experts licensed to ring the juvenile kites at the nest have found the youngsters cosied up to underpants and socks.

Mark Cocker's latest book, ‘One Midsummer’s Day: Swifts and the Story of Life on Earth’, is out in paperback

This feature originally appeared in the July 2, 2025, issue of Country Life. Click here for more information on how to subscribe