Thursday 24th November (Autumn is Past and Winter is Here)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a light blue sky with small dark cotton wool clouds drifting by. The air was cold and almost frosty. The lime trees were bare except for some leaves that could be seen if you looked carefully. But really the trees were bare' dark trunks, boughs and twigs silhouetted against the lighter sky. Mr. Kite could not see or hear a feathery, fluttery or feeding bird.

For most of the day Mr. Kite was cooped up inside The Residence doing some repairs. Occasionally he ventured outside for some fresh air. Late in the afternoon Mr. Kite heard the croak of a raven. Looking up he watched two ravens fly over his house and drop down somewhere near the river. Now ravens are not uncommon over the town of Shrewsbury but Mr. Kite still considers it pretty exciting to see ravens over his garden.

As darkness descended Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea as he listen to the robins. Cheers.