Sunday 6th November (Carrion Crow and Chips)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom into a blue sky with the sun climbing above the horizon. Two wood pigeons and a black-headed gull flew over. Now looking onto the pavement Mr. Kite noticed a shiny black carrion crow opening a paper wrapper to eat the chips inside. The crow then pulled out long square chips and devoured them. So Mr. Kite has something in common with a carrion crow; that is they both like chips. Yesterday Mr. Kite was very greedy and had Marstons English Pale Ale and chips. Returning home Mr. Kite drunk plenty of Becks before buying more chips from the chippie to make chip butties. Luckily the local chippie is one of the best and the crow was enjoying some discarded chips from this chippie.

The thought of chips and beer curtailed Mr. Kites birding activity for the day although he did listen to a flock of house sparrows chirping in the warm autumn sunshine. A short spell in The Observatory on the third floor of The Residence produced a few starlings but the view of The Berwyn Mountains was pretty stunning.

After a leisurely morning Mr. Kite settled down for a tipple of Leffe Triple and Shepherd Neame 1698. Now carrion crows might eat up discarded chips in the street but Mr. Kite will not encourage them to drink good beer because he makes sure that every drop is drunk and dregs are not left in the bottle. Cheers to all those chip chomping carrion crows.