Jubileiny. Foothills of Ile Alatau.

There is almost the summer in the city, I even saw the Masked Wagtail. But the snow on foothills is still almost knee-deep. Birds are a little. Calls of the Pheasants are audible, the Chaffinches and Bramblings are fed on thawed patches. In apple-trees gardens we saw only Great Tits and Magpies, and once the flock of Black-throated Thrushes has flown by. About the dinner time there were predators. One Golden Eagle. And once two Buzzards (Long-legged one and Upland one) and one this year first Black Kite together soared.