Monday 7th March (Squeals, Meals and Peels)

Mr. Kite looked out of The Residence window because Mrs. Red Fox was squealing in the garden next door but one. Hiding in the shrubbery The Old Gal was squealing to The Old Man  who was not taking any notice. The Hampstead London fox is a real geezer keeping the visitors awake. After about ten minutes The Old Gal shut it and tranquility returned to Canfield Gardens.

Two hours later Mr. Kite looked out of The Residence window to see people walking purposefully towards the tube station. Now Mr. Kite was on a mission to find the Cheeky Chirpy Cockney Sparrer so he made a cup of coffee and sat on a bench within the walled garden in the warm pleasant early morning sunshine. The wooden bench was near a lovely tree. Now Mr. Kite cannot recognise many tree yet; he has some books and is trying hard to put a name to them. So Mr. Kite can only describe this tree. It was fir like; about ten metres tall; and had bunches of small round yellow flowers growing on the outer branches.

Sitting near this tree Mr. Kite listened to Blue Tits, Great Tit and a Song Thrush and watched three Goldfinches flying around; but no Sparrers were seen, or heard. Now with time running out Mr. Kite went on a mission to St. John's Wood Church Ground near Lord's Cricket Ground because he likes sitting in this park, and there was a chance of meeting the Sparrer.

Mr. Kite found a bench in the sun by a wall; a real hot spot. This was more hot than Mr. Kite thought it would be. The birds were few but plenty of young mothers paraded by pushing their off spring to the nearby play park. Mr. Kite watched Long Tailed Tits and Feral Pigeons but the ladies eventually won the day; he watched them rather than the birds. Mr. Kite was comfortable on the bench in the sun and was very content. A young lady then appeared and stopped about ten metres in front of him. She gave her son some bits of bread and they both threw scraps onto the ground as a meal for the birds. Mr. Kite thought that if anything would attract a Cheeky Chirpy Cockney Sparrer it would be The Queen with the Meal. She was radiant, beautiful and generous. After five minutes they had attracted nothing with their Bread from Heaven and they went to the play park. Soon Blackbirds appeared and ate the meal.

Like all good things; they come to an end. Mr. Kite listened to bells, chimes and clocks; this reminded him that he needed to catch Uncle Gus back to Salop. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite did not meet the Cheeky Chirpy Cockney Sparrer.

Mr. Kite and His Lady returned to their rural retreat where he enjoyed a tipple of Becks. Cheers from a cold, clear and frosty Salop.