Eventually we released her a long way from the fish co-op but in
habitat where she could fend for herself. Hopefully she found a mate
and learned to live like a proper Whistling Kite.
My job was to disabuse her of the notion
that people are nice but at first it was very hard. As soon as she
saw me come out in the morning she was calling to me for food. As
soon as she was given the food, she turned aggressive. I had to
hide the fact that i was a food bringer (sneaking in at night under
a blanket and leaving the food) and dduring the day i had to scare
her and act mean (hard for me but it had to be done).