Saturday 21st April (Birds, Bees and Beer)
Mr. Kite looked out The Joint window.
Tuesday 17 April 2012
Sunday 15 April 2012
Friday 13 April 2012
Friday 13th April (Will there be a Migrant)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window in some rays of sunshine although the clouds loomed on the horizon. As the day progressed Mr. Kite plans did not happen. But he did watch a sparrowhawk glide over the garden. Later he enjoyed a tipple of Old Speckled Hen. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window in some rays of sunshine although the clouds loomed on the horizon. As the day progressed Mr. Kite plans did not happen. But he did watch a sparrowhawk glide over the garden. Later he enjoyed a tipple of Old Speckled Hen. Cheers.
Thursday 12 April 2012
Thursday 12th April (More Summer Visitors)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey sky. The leaves on the lime trees wee clearly showing a clean bright green. Today Mr. Kite had a plan.
At eleven o'clock Mr. Kite met his birding companion and they cycled off to watch birds. The sun began to shine on The Incapacitants as they stopped at intervals to watch the usual town birds. Then a different bird song was heard from a tree. This song was flowing and melodic and slightly more tuneful than a robin that was singing in a low bush. The song was familiar but not heard this year; this was a migrant blackcap. Scouring a bare tree the bird could be clearly seen singing loudly.
Soon another migrant was heard and seen; a chiffchaff. The common birds continued to be seen.
Sharpstone Quarry
It was then over to Sharpstone Quarry. Today it was quiet with a number of skylarks and corvids. However a pair of tree sparrows seemed to be building a nest in an oak tree.
The River Severn and Atcham
On the river canadian geese swam and goosander sat on the banks showing their clean red legs. Flitting around the river and over the fields about twenty sand martins enjoyed the sunshine.
Venus Pool
The usual birds were at V.P. but four little ringed plovers flew around and waded in the shallows. Spring and the summers migrants were here.
With the birding competition progressing the score was around forty and below the expected number. A few more birds were added to the list including guinea fowl but the competition was a draw.
Following a good day out in the sun and cool breeze Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey sky. The leaves on the lime trees wee clearly showing a clean bright green. Today Mr. Kite had a plan.
At eleven o'clock Mr. Kite met his birding companion and they cycled off to watch birds. The sun began to shine on The Incapacitants as they stopped at intervals to watch the usual town birds. Then a different bird song was heard from a tree. This song was flowing and melodic and slightly more tuneful than a robin that was singing in a low bush. The song was familiar but not heard this year; this was a migrant blackcap. Scouring a bare tree the bird could be clearly seen singing loudly.
Soon another migrant was heard and seen; a chiffchaff. The common birds continued to be seen.
Sharpstone Quarry
It was then over to Sharpstone Quarry. Today it was quiet with a number of skylarks and corvids. However a pair of tree sparrows seemed to be building a nest in an oak tree.
The River Severn and Atcham
On the river canadian geese swam and goosander sat on the banks showing their clean red legs. Flitting around the river and over the fields about twenty sand martins enjoyed the sunshine.
Venus Pool
The usual birds were at V.P. but four little ringed plovers flew around and waded in the shallows. Spring and the summers migrants were here.
With the birding competition progressing the score was around forty and below the expected number. A few more birds were added to the list including guinea fowl but the competition was a draw.
Following a good day out in the sun and cool breeze Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Wednesday 11th April (One Tick for the Year)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cool cloudy sky. Spring was progressing in the brief wintry spell.
Today Mr. Kite went visiting to Newcastle-on-Clun. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite looked out of the dining room window into a garden that was very bird friendly. Goldfinches, chaffinches, house sparrows, dunnocks, robins, blue tits, great tits and surprisingly lots of siskins. Some of these were almost canary yellow.
Overhead common buzzards, carrion crows and jackdaws flew overhead. In the late afternoon the clouds thickened and darkened. Then the rain started turning to hailstones as the temperature dropped. Following a good day Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Wychwood Hobgoblin. Cheers to the siskins.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cool cloudy sky. Spring was progressing in the brief wintry spell.
Today Mr. Kite went visiting to Newcastle-on-Clun. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite looked out of the dining room window into a garden that was very bird friendly. Goldfinches, chaffinches, house sparrows, dunnocks, robins, blue tits, great tits and surprisingly lots of siskins. Some of these were almost canary yellow.
Overhead common buzzards, carrion crows and jackdaws flew overhead. In the late afternoon the clouds thickened and darkened. Then the rain started turning to hailstones as the temperature dropped. Following a good day Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Wychwood Hobgoblin. Cheers to the siskins.
Tuesday 10 April 2012
Monday 9 April 2012
Monday 9th April (Still No Spadgers)
Mr. Kite looked out of the residence window into a grey sky. The paths were wet and the rain come down. Rain has been scarce recently so this was a shock.
So Mr. Kite prepared to return home but made one more attempt to spot a house sparrow; or even a migrant. With three hours for bird-watching Mr. Kite scoured a large garden from a second floor vantage point looking for spadgers or migrants. To cut a long story short; not one was spotted.
However Mr. Kite did learn that there are projects in London that are aiming to encourage the return of the house sparrow to London.
At eight in the evening Mr. Kite arrived home and enjoyed a tipple of Wychwood Hobgoblin. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of the residence window into a grey sky. The paths were wet and the rain come down. Rain has been scarce recently so this was a shock.
So Mr. Kite prepared to return home but made one more attempt to spot a house sparrow; or even a migrant. With three hours for bird-watching Mr. Kite scoured a large garden from a second floor vantage point looking for spadgers or migrants. To cut a long story short; not one was spotted.
However Mr. Kite did learn that there are projects in London that are aiming to encourage the return of the house sparrow to London.
At eight in the evening Mr. Kite arrived home and enjoyed a tipple of Wychwood Hobgoblin. Cheers.
Saturday 7 April 2012
Sunday 8th April (More of London)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Residence window into a grey sky and a damp road. A light drizzle had made the place damp. Not one bird could be seen but Mr. Kite was prepared for another day in London whatever that might bring.
In the bare trees Mr. Kite watched great tits, blue tits and long tailed tits. Once again mr. Kite searched to spot a house sparrow. To cut a long story short he did not spot one.
Late in the afternoon Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Fullers London Pride. Cheers to those house sparrows.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Residence window into a grey sky and a damp road. A light drizzle had made the place damp. Not one bird could be seen but Mr. Kite was prepared for another day in London whatever that might bring.
In the bare trees Mr. Kite watched great tits, blue tits and long tailed tits. Once again mr. Kite searched to spot a house sparrow. To cut a long story short he did not spot one.
Late in the afternoon Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Fullers London Pride. Cheers to those house sparrows.
Friday 6 April 2012
Saturday 7th April (London)
Mr. Kite looked out of the London Residence into a grey sky. The road was just beginning to stir as the flower sellers put out their stall.Feral pigeons strutted around the car park and street picking at morsels.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite was enclosed in a Hampstead dwelling watching birds out of the windows. Spring was here in Hampstead. The daffodils were in bloom, blossom was on the trees and the bud containing the new leaves were on the verge of bursting out.
Sp during the day Mr. Kite watched great tits, blue titis, blackbirds and robins. A lesser black-back gull flew over and magpie moved on the chimney stacks. But not many birds were spotted and not one migrant.
So Mr. Kite finished the day with a tipple of Greene King Abbot's Ale. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of the London Residence into a grey sky. The road was just beginning to stir as the flower sellers put out their stall.Feral pigeons strutted around the car park and street picking at morsels.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite was enclosed in a Hampstead dwelling watching birds out of the windows. Spring was here in Hampstead. The daffodils were in bloom, blossom was on the trees and the bud containing the new leaves were on the verge of bursting out.
Sp during the day Mr. Kite watched great tits, blue titis, blackbirds and robins. A lesser black-back gull flew over and magpie moved on the chimney stacks. But not many birds were spotted and not one migrant.
So Mr. Kite finished the day with a tipple of Greene King Abbot's Ale. Cheers.
Friday 6th April (Good Friday)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cloudy sky. The buds on the lime trees were growing in the cold morning air. Today Mr. Kite and His lady were going to London.
Walking to the station over the Castle Walk Mr. Kite spotted many of the usual birds and was very pleased to see a song thrush feeding in the grass with another singing from a tree top. It seems that after many years of decline these birds are on the increase.
The Coach Trip
From the window of the coach Mr. Kite could see that spring was here. Flowers on the verges and blossom in the trees. Birds were busy and the rookeries stood out in the bare trees with rooks going about their nest building and courting in full view.
Today Mr. Kite watched many common buzzards circling over the green fields, towns and cities of England. It would appear that these birds are also on the increase.
East Acton
On arriving in Hampstead Mr. Kite looked for the ususal birds and saw feral pigeons and starling. But he still wants to spot a cockney house sparrow. In the afternoon Mr. Kite took a trip to East Acton where he sat in a house eating and talking. At about six thirty the parakeets flew across the sky in groups of around ten towards their roost. Green budgie shaped birds in East Acton I've never seen before. Mr. Kite is going to find a collective name for parakeets in Action.
What about an 'action of parakeets'.
Back to Hampstead
With darkness descending Mr. Kita and His Lady went for a tipple in Wetherspoons. A great pub in a great place serving great beer. So Mr Kite enjoyed tipples of Adnams Explorer and Sunbeam. Cheers to those parakeets.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cloudy sky. The buds on the lime trees were growing in the cold morning air. Today Mr. Kite and His lady were going to London.
Walking to the station over the Castle Walk Mr. Kite spotted many of the usual birds and was very pleased to see a song thrush feeding in the grass with another singing from a tree top. It seems that after many years of decline these birds are on the increase.
The Coach Trip
From the window of the coach Mr. Kite could see that spring was here. Flowers on the verges and blossom in the trees. Birds were busy and the rookeries stood out in the bare trees with rooks going about their nest building and courting in full view.
Today Mr. Kite watched many common buzzards circling over the green fields, towns and cities of England. It would appear that these birds are also on the increase.
East Acton
On arriving in Hampstead Mr. Kite looked for the ususal birds and saw feral pigeons and starling. But he still wants to spot a cockney house sparrow. In the afternoon Mr. Kite took a trip to East Acton where he sat in a house eating and talking. At about six thirty the parakeets flew across the sky in groups of around ten towards their roost. Green budgie shaped birds in East Acton I've never seen before. Mr. Kite is going to find a collective name for parakeets in Action.
What about an 'action of parakeets'.
Back to Hampstead
With darkness descending Mr. Kita and His Lady went for a tipple in Wetherspoons. A great pub in a great place serving great beer. So Mr Kite enjoyed tipples of Adnams Explorer and Sunbeam. Cheers to those parakeets.
Thursday 5 April 2012
Thursday 5th April (Migrants at the Lagoon)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cool cloudy sky. Spring was just about here.
In the morning Mr. Kite and His Lady went to place some flowers on a grave. Walking down the drive to the churchyard Mr. Kite and His Lady stopped to look at primroses, bluebells and other flowers. Blooms and blossoms were out in colour although a chilly breeze blew.
Monkmoor Lagoon
In the afternoon Mr. Kite saddled The Beast and cycled to Monkmoor Lagoon to watch the migrants. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite failed to spot one migrant. The log book had records of chiffchaff and sand martins. However coots, mute swans, reed buntings, teal, mallards great crested grebe and moorhens were busy with their partners.
So in the late afternoon Mr. Kite returned home and enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cool cloudy sky. Spring was just about here.
In the morning Mr. Kite and His Lady went to place some flowers on a grave. Walking down the drive to the churchyard Mr. Kite and His Lady stopped to look at primroses, bluebells and other flowers. Blooms and blossoms were out in colour although a chilly breeze blew.
Monkmoor Lagoon
In the afternoon Mr. Kite saddled The Beast and cycled to Monkmoor Lagoon to watch the migrants. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite failed to spot one migrant. The log book had records of chiffchaff and sand martins. However coots, mute swans, reed buntings, teal, mallards great crested grebe and moorhens were busy with their partners.
So in the late afternoon Mr. Kite returned home and enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Wednesday 4 April 2012
Wednesday 4th April (Spring turns to Winter)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see a thin layer of snow on the house roofs opposite. Spring had turned to winter. A cold wind blew and a blackbird sat huddled in a low bush to keep warm.
Mr. Kite's plans were scuppered. However Mr. Kite was solving a problem when he came across the word tirma. This words means oystercatcher. Now is the time to find out more about the word.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see a thin layer of snow on the house roofs opposite. Spring had turned to winter. A cold wind blew and a blackbird sat huddled in a low bush to keep warm.
Mr. Kite's plans were scuppered. However Mr. Kite was solving a problem when he came across the word tirma. This words means oystercatcher. Now is the time to find out more about the word.
Tuesday 3 April 2012
Tuesday 3rd April (Migrants)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky. The weather forecast was not like spring; snow could be possible. The leaves on the lime trees in the road were now on show but not fully open. They were waiting for some warm sunshine and were now on standby.
Following a morning of minor chores Mr. Kite saddled The Beast and took to the roads in search of those migrants. Within minutes a cable broke and The Beast became slow and stuck in a low gear. So mr. Kite returned home without really watching any birds.
With cold showers approaching Mr. Kite put his feet up and enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky. The weather forecast was not like spring; snow could be possible. The leaves on the lime trees in the road were now on show but not fully open. They were waiting for some warm sunshine and were now on standby.
Following a morning of minor chores Mr. Kite saddled The Beast and took to the roads in search of those migrants. Within minutes a cable broke and The Beast became slow and stuck in a low gear. So mr. Kite returned home without really watching any birds.
With cold showers approaching Mr. Kite put his feet up and enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Monday 2 April 2012
Monday 2nd April (Spring is Cooling)
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window. The sky was a cloudy grey and white and the air was cool. last week was warm but this week was forecast to be cooler. However Mr. Kite knew that the migrants would continue to arrive and not return until the summer. Mr. Kite had a plan and he wanted to see the new arrivals.
However the chores got in the way and Mr. Kite ended up in the town. But on the way over the river he had time to watch a goosander slumbering on a mudbank.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window. The sky was a cloudy grey and white and the air was cool. last week was warm but this week was forecast to be cooler. However Mr. Kite knew that the migrants would continue to arrive and not return until the summer. Mr. Kite had a plan and he wanted to see the new arrivals.
However the chores got in the way and Mr. Kite ended up in the town. But on the way over the river he had time to watch a goosander slumbering on a mudbank.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.
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