Wednesday 26th January (Another Tick; a Black Swan)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window onto a cloudy Bristol with that persistent red robin still singing  his heart out. After breakfast Mr. Kite packed up and drove to Clevedon pier to see the sea and a few birds. Plenty of black-headed gulls flew and cried around the elegant Victorian pier waiting for some person to throw them a crust.

On the shore sat oyster-catchers with their heads tucked in to stay warm in the bracing chilly breeze. A small flock of waders waded but being far away it was impossible to identify them. The only other bird was a dark pipit of the seashore; a rock pipit. In a chilly wind it was time to sit in the warm vehicle and look out before setting out for home.

Now the last tick of Mr. Kite's excursion was near the Riverside, Cound, where on New Years day three species of swan were present; today another species was present making it four species. The fourth species is not a white swan but a black swan; made well known by the Australian stamp of Mr. Kites childhood.

Soon after Mr. Kite was having a tipple of Tetley tea. Cha.