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.