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.