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.