Friday 3rd February  (Lots of Leathers and a Few Feathers)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a blue sunny sky. The blast from Siberia continued and Mr. Kite was off to the Museum of Leather. However on the way Mr. Kite planned some bird-watching. However a mix up with His Lady made the start slow.

On the way to the railway station wood pigeons sat in the bare trees and black-headed gulls flew up and down the River Severn. By the Castle Walk a robin sang from a low bush and a song thrush sang from a high tree. The cold sunny morning seemed a welcome change to the singing birds. By the prison at least eight blackbirds enjoyed their freedom by flirting with the females and chasing the males.

From the train Mr. Kite saw very little. A day in a Museum of Leather kept bird-watching to a minimum. So 'leathers replaced feathers'. Returning home Mr. Kite had a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.