Friday 25th February (Tits; Great, Blue, Marsh or Willow)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window and thought , 'What a nice day'. The traffic light, near his window, shone green so Mr. Kite knew the world was in order. Today Mr. Kite and his birding companion were going bird-watching. At ten o clock his birding companion arrived and they cycled towards Haughmond Hill.

The competition was on and they ticked off birds as they cycled, walked and chatted merrily throughout the day. Towards the end of the day it was a draw but Mr. Kite was trailing; then they saw a Tit. It was not Great or Blue, but Marsh or Willow. The old farts watched, discussed listened and recorded this single solitary bird. Was it's cap shiny or matt? Was it stocky or not? Two old farts listened to a little bird sing and sing and sing and chirp and chirp. To them it was a Willow Tit but they were going home to listen to those birds songs, on a CD, to confirm the sighting.

Now Mr. Kite went home and enjoyed a tipple of San Miguel as he listened to his bird songs. He fell asleep, drank too much and talked rubbish but met his birding companion in the pub to decide whether it was Marsh or Willow. With the competition a draw after a late surge of birds on the river Mr. Kite and his birding companion decided in the pub this was a Marsh Tit. Cheers from a tipsy, drunk and well oiled Mr. Kite drinking his tipple of Becks.