The other day, I walked up to the lookout over the Salt Pond to see what I could see. There was little activity what with the hundreds of goats milling around the area, moved by the goatherds every couple of days around the large open space. As I gazed over the marsh, a moving white bullet caught my attention. It was a White-tailed Kite, the second time I’d seen one in the area within a couple of days.