Monday 25th June (The Seaside)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window.
Sunday 24 June 2012
Tuesday 19th June (The Hedgehog Trap)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy morning. A rustling noise had caught his attention. Down below a hedgehog was walking around with a peanut wrapper on it's head. Now that is very unusual. Mr. Kite recognised the wrapper as the one he put in the bin last night. The hedgehog had put it's head into the rubbish and picked the final bits out
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy morning. A rustling noise had caught his attention. Down below a hedgehog was walking around with a peanut wrapper on it's head. Now that is very unusual. Mr. Kite recognised the wrapper as the one he put in the bin last night. The hedgehog had put it's head into the rubbish and picked the final bits out
Monday 18th June (St. Jean Pied de Port)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Today Mr. Kite headed to Saint Jean Pied de Port in cloud and showers. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite spotted booted eagles, griffon vultures and watch dippers feeding in the clear stream that passes through St. Jean.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Today Mr. Kite headed to Saint Jean Pied de Port in cloud and showers. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite spotted booted eagles, griffon vultures and watch dippers feeding in the clear stream that passes through St. Jean.
Sunday 17 June 2012
Sunday 17th June (Cool and Cloudy)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. The only bird song was a wood pigeon. Spring had only a few more days left. House sparrows chirped but spring was now turning into summer.
In the morning Mr. Kite cycled to Biarritz airport to watch a few other things flying and a kestrel.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. The only bird song was a wood pigeon. Spring had only a few more days left. House sparrows chirped but spring was now turning into summer.
In the morning Mr. Kite cycled to Biarritz airport to watch a few other things flying and a kestrel.
Saturday 16th June (Back to France)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a clear blue sky. The air was already warm.
However today Mr. Kite and His Lady were returning to France. So with The Joint packed they set off from Villafranca to Biarritz. However on the way Mr. Kite drove into the desert for a last look at the crested larks and woodlarks.
Driving over the mountains Mr. Kite spotted lots of griffon vultures and red kites. In the early afternoon Mr. Kite arrived in a cool cloudy Biarritz.
Soon Mr. Kite was enjoying a tipple of San Miguel. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a clear blue sky. The air was already warm.
However today Mr. Kite and His Lady were returning to France. So with The Joint packed they set off from Villafranca to Biarritz. However on the way Mr. Kite drove into the desert for a last look at the crested larks and woodlarks.
Driving over the mountains Mr. Kite spotted lots of griffon vultures and red kites. In the early afternoon Mr. Kite arrived in a cool cloudy Biarritz.
Soon Mr. Kite was enjoying a tipple of San Miguel. Cheers.
Friday 15 June 2012
Friday 15th June (To the Reservoir)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a blue sky. There was no dawn chorus. Today mr. Kite had a plan.
In the morning Mr. Kite set out to Embrial ed el Ferial; a reservoir. On the way nightingales could be heard. Seventeen miles later Mr. Kite was on the 'dam wall' looking at one great crested grebe. Searching the area Mr. Kite located house sparrows, bee-eaters and possibly lesser kestrels. For one hour Mr. Kite watched the fish in the lake and the birds.
In the heat it was time to move on. So a descent into Caparroso was followed by an ascent into the deserted village of San Nicolas where house sparrows and pied wheatears were on show. As the heat increased Mr. Kite decided it was time for a tipple.
He returned to The Joint for an Aurum Pilsen. Cheers from a scorching Spain.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a blue sky. There was no dawn chorus. Today mr. Kite had a plan.
In the morning Mr. Kite set out to Embrial ed el Ferial; a reservoir. On the way nightingales could be heard. Seventeen miles later Mr. Kite was on the 'dam wall' looking at one great crested grebe. Searching the area Mr. Kite located house sparrows, bee-eaters and possibly lesser kestrels. For one hour Mr. Kite watched the fish in the lake and the birds.
In the heat it was time to move on. So a descent into Caparroso was followed by an ascent into the deserted village of San Nicolas where house sparrows and pied wheatears were on show. As the heat increased Mr. Kite decided it was time for a tipple.
He returned to The Joint for an Aurum Pilsen. Cheers from a scorching Spain.
Wednesday 13 June 2012
Thursday 14th June (La Blanca Baja)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window intoa blue sunny sky. A few house sparrows were chirping. Spring was drawing to a close and the dawn chorus was quieter or not at all. Today Mr. Kite had a plan.
On this sunny morning Mr. Kite cycled through Arguedas and into The Bardenas Reales of Navarre. On the way Mr. Kite spotted woodlarks, crested larks and thekla larks. In the La Bardena Blanca it was hot, bare and desert like; similar to the Wild West. Plenty of larks and linnets were on show with a few subalpine warblers. However spot of the day was a black-eared wheatear that perched on a fence post.
It was too hot in La Blanca so Mr. Kite returned leisurely to The Joint stopping on the way to investigate the 'paddy fields' where cattle egrets, little egrets and black-winged stilts fed in the damp earth.
Mr. Kite returned to The Joint for a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window intoa blue sunny sky. A few house sparrows were chirping. Spring was drawing to a close and the dawn chorus was quieter or not at all. Today Mr. Kite had a plan.
On this sunny morning Mr. Kite cycled through Arguedas and into The Bardenas Reales of Navarre. On the way Mr. Kite spotted woodlarks, crested larks and thekla larks. In the La Bardena Blanca it was hot, bare and desert like; similar to the Wild West. Plenty of larks and linnets were on show with a few subalpine warblers. However spot of the day was a black-eared wheatear that perched on a fence post.
It was too hot in La Blanca so Mr. Kite returned leisurely to The Joint stopping on the way to investigate the 'paddy fields' where cattle egrets, little egrets and black-winged stilts fed in the damp earth.
Mr. Kite returned to The Joint for a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Wednesday 13th June (To The Park)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Gradually the cloud dispersed and the sun shone warming the earth.
Vultures soon appeared in numbers of around thirty. They circled high and then dropped down into a field just over the horizon. Mr. Kite saddled The machine and headed towards Caparosso. On the way black kites. red kites, honey buzzards and booted eagles were watched. Serins, woodlarks and crested larks were numerous on the side of the road.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite did not reach his objective; a lake in the park. But he did watch lots of birds and had a good view of a golden oriole. Mr. Kite returned in the afternoon to watch more griffon vultures and enjoy a tipple of Aurum Pilsen. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Gradually the cloud dispersed and the sun shone warming the earth.
Vultures soon appeared in numbers of around thirty. They circled high and then dropped down into a field just over the horizon. Mr. Kite saddled The machine and headed towards Caparosso. On the way black kites. red kites, honey buzzards and booted eagles were watched. Serins, woodlarks and crested larks were numerous on the side of the road.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite did not reach his objective; a lake in the park. But he did watch lots of birds and had a good view of a golden oriole. Mr. Kite returned in the afternoon to watch more griffon vultures and enjoy a tipple of Aurum Pilsen. Cheers.
Tuesday 12 June 2012
Tuesday 12th June (Pastures New)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a bluish sky. The rain had stopped and the sun was showing in a partly cloudy sky.
Today Mr. Kite was on the move to Villafranca near Parque Natural de las Bardenas Reales. On arrival Mr. Kite watched black kites and house sparrows. The area looked promising in the emerging sunshine.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a bluish sky. The rain had stopped and the sun was showing in a partly cloudy sky.
Today Mr. Kite was on the move to Villafranca near Parque Natural de las Bardenas Reales. On arrival Mr. Kite watched black kites and house sparrows. The area looked promising in the emerging sunshine.
Monday 11 June 2012
Monday 11th June (Bird-watching in Haro: The Spanish Way)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window onto a wet grassy camp-site. The scop's owl had stopped bleeping and the heavens had opened.
Today Mr. Kite had a plan to listen to, locate and identify the birds of Haro. In the still morning air with the sun shining Mr. Kite prepared himself by listening to a serin and finding it in a tree nearby. Slowly the wind speed increased and the leaves on the trees went horizon so Mr. Kite and His Lady headed for the square in Haro to watch the birds.
White storks flew around their nests. The landing required great skill in the strong wind and eddys from the buildings: but turning into the wind. lowering legs and a power flap here and there, the landing manoeuvre was completed with a graceful controlled touch-down.
Sitting in a street cafe drinking Rioja is a Spanish way to watch birds. In the low trees house sparrows chirped and flitted around as they caught small insects and picked up morsels of food left by the cafe customers.
Overhead kestrels, booted eagles and black kites looked for stragglers and birds that were off-guard. So for a few hours Mr. Kite and His Lady watched birds; the Spanish way. A glass of Rioja, a pincho tortilla and a plate of patata bravas enhanced the experience.
After watching Rafa Nadal win the French Open Mr. Kite and His Lady returned to The Joint to watch black kites, booted eagles and England play football.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of San Miguel. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window onto a wet grassy camp-site. The scop's owl had stopped bleeping and the heavens had opened.
Today Mr. Kite had a plan to listen to, locate and identify the birds of Haro. In the still morning air with the sun shining Mr. Kite prepared himself by listening to a serin and finding it in a tree nearby. Slowly the wind speed increased and the leaves on the trees went horizon so Mr. Kite and His Lady headed for the square in Haro to watch the birds.
White storks flew around their nests. The landing required great skill in the strong wind and eddys from the buildings: but turning into the wind. lowering legs and a power flap here and there, the landing manoeuvre was completed with a graceful controlled touch-down.
Sitting in a street cafe drinking Rioja is a Spanish way to watch birds. In the low trees house sparrows chirped and flitted around as they caught small insects and picked up morsels of food left by the cafe customers.
Overhead kestrels, booted eagles and black kites looked for stragglers and birds that were off-guard. So for a few hours Mr. Kite and His Lady watched birds; the Spanish way. A glass of Rioja, a pincho tortilla and a plate of patata bravas enhanced the experience.
After watching Rafa Nadal win the French Open Mr. Kite and His Lady returned to The Joint to watch black kites, booted eagles and England play football.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of San Miguel. Cheers.
Sunday 10 June 2012
Sunday 10th June (Windy Spain)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Today Mr. Kite had a plan to identify all the birds singing in the area.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite's plans were abandoned because of the strong wind.
But Mr. Kite did enjoy a few tipples of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. Today Mr. Kite had a plan to identify all the birds singing in the area.
To cut a long story short Mr. Kite's plans were abandoned because of the strong wind.
But Mr. Kite did enjoy a few tipples of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Saturday 9 June 2012
Saturday 9th June (Cool and Cloudy and an Adder)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint into a cool and cloudy sky. The camp-site was full of camping vans and tents. Overhead swifts flew and two hot air balloons were blown in the breeze and from a poplar tree a golden oriole called.
Today Spain was in festive mood and holidaying so Mr. Kite and His Lady went into Haro to eat tapas and drink Rioja. From the street cafes they watched white storks adding more twigs to their nests.
On the way back to the camp-site Mr. Kite and His Lady came across an adder basking in the evening sunshine on the pavement. As the pavement was quite busy Mr. Kite thought that it was better for the reptile to move out of the way of the people and onto the other side of a low wall.
Mr. Kite picked up a stick to encourage the viper to move and gently eased it towards the wall. However the snake bite the stick and was quite aggressive and reluctant to move. Now Mr. Kite thought about picking it up by it's tail but the adder was not keen on being touched; so Mr. Kite and His Lady had to rethink the plan. Looking around Mr. Kite noticed an old glove and a flat piece of wood. The snake was then scooped up and popped over the wall.
Soon Mr. Kite was enjoying an Aurum Special. Cheers to the adder and his future.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint into a cool and cloudy sky. The camp-site was full of camping vans and tents. Overhead swifts flew and two hot air balloons were blown in the breeze and from a poplar tree a golden oriole called.
Today Spain was in festive mood and holidaying so Mr. Kite and His Lady went into Haro to eat tapas and drink Rioja. From the street cafes they watched white storks adding more twigs to their nests.
On the way back to the camp-site Mr. Kite and His Lady came across an adder basking in the evening sunshine on the pavement. As the pavement was quite busy Mr. Kite thought that it was better for the reptile to move out of the way of the people and onto the other side of a low wall.
Mr. Kite picked up a stick to encourage the viper to move and gently eased it towards the wall. However the snake bite the stick and was quite aggressive and reluctant to move. Now Mr. Kite thought about picking it up by it's tail but the adder was not keen on being touched; so Mr. Kite and His Lady had to rethink the plan. Looking around Mr. Kite noticed an old glove and a flat piece of wood. The snake was then scooped up and popped over the wall.
Soon Mr. Kite was enjoying an Aurum Special. Cheers to the adder and his future.
Friday 8 June 2012
Friday 8th June (Some Rain in Spain)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky where there were some blue bits. Orioles and serins could be heard and overhead lots of swifts screeched through the air.
Mr. Kite had a lazy morning but in the afternoon went for a short ride on The Machine to San Felice stopping to watch woodlarks and red kites. Serins tinkled from the side of the road and corn buntings made similar sounds.
With clouds increasing and rain looking likely Mr. Kite returned to The Joint. Sitting enjoying a tipple of Tetley tea Mr. Kite watched a booted eagle soar, dive, glide, soar, circle, dive soar and dive out of view. The only explanation seemed to be that this eagle enjoyed the freedom of the air.
Later Mr. Kite had a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky where there were some blue bits. Orioles and serins could be heard and overhead lots of swifts screeched through the air.
Mr. Kite had a lazy morning but in the afternoon went for a short ride on The Machine to San Felice stopping to watch woodlarks and red kites. Serins tinkled from the side of the road and corn buntings made similar sounds.
With clouds increasing and rain looking likely Mr. Kite returned to The Joint. Sitting enjoying a tipple of Tetley tea Mr. Kite watched a booted eagle soar, dive, glide, soar, circle, dive soar and dive out of view. The only explanation seemed to be that this eagle enjoyed the freedom of the air.
Later Mr. Kite had a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Thursday 7th June (Hello from Haro)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into an evergreen oak where a great tit sat. Better still on a nearby pine tree two golden orioles flirted and called. In the shaded wood their feathers looked golden.
Soon Mr. Kite and His Lady were on the road travelling towards the Roman ruins of Clunia Sulpicia. Perched in a hollow at more than 1000 metres overlooking a plain the remains were the impressive remains of a Roman City.
Then Mr. Kite and His Lady followed the tourist route through the mountains towards Burgos. At one point about fifty griffon vultures circled around the side of a mountain.
Soon Mr. Kite was on a camp-site in Haro sitting in pleasant warm sunshine. Looking around Mr. Kite watched griffon vultures, white storks, black kites and a booted eagle. In the warm air the booted eagle soared to a great height before dropping down rapidly.
In the evening Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple or two of San Miguel. Cheers from the Rioja region of Spain.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into an evergreen oak where a great tit sat. Better still on a nearby pine tree two golden orioles flirted and called. In the shaded wood their feathers looked golden.
Soon Mr. Kite and His Lady were on the road travelling towards the Roman ruins of Clunia Sulpicia. Perched in a hollow at more than 1000 metres overlooking a plain the remains were the impressive remains of a Roman City.
Then Mr. Kite and His Lady followed the tourist route through the mountains towards Burgos. At one point about fifty griffon vultures circled around the side of a mountain.
Soon Mr. Kite was on a camp-site in Haro sitting in pleasant warm sunshine. Looking around Mr. Kite watched griffon vultures, white storks, black kites and a booted eagle. In the warm air the booted eagle soared to a great height before dropping down rapidly.
In the evening Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple or two of San Miguel. Cheers from the Rioja region of Spain.
Tuesday 5 June 2012
Wednesday 6th June (A Cooler Day)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. A scop's owl had just finished calling and a golden oriole now started as a woodpecker drummed quietly on a tree. It was cloudy and cool under the evergreen oak trees.
Later in the morning Mr. Kite set out along the BU-925 through Quemada, Zazuar and onto the impressive skyline of Penaranda de Duero. Overhead booted eagles mixed with black kites and two honey buzzards made an appearance.
On the ground crested larks and woodlarks were plentiful. One golden oriole made a flight across a road. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite did not watch too many birds. Returning to the camp-site via Aranda de Duero Mr. Kite went into a local park to see lots of captive ducks. Poor things.
With more than forty miles covered Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a cloudy sky. A scop's owl had just finished calling and a golden oriole now started as a woodpecker drummed quietly on a tree. It was cloudy and cool under the evergreen oak trees.
Later in the morning Mr. Kite set out along the BU-925 through Quemada, Zazuar and onto the impressive skyline of Penaranda de Duero. Overhead booted eagles mixed with black kites and two honey buzzards made an appearance.
On the ground crested larks and woodlarks were plentiful. One golden oriole made a flight across a road. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite did not watch too many birds. Returning to the camp-site via Aranda de Duero Mr. Kite went into a local park to see lots of captive ducks. Poor things.
With more than forty miles covered Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Tuesday 5th June (Plenty of Bird Song)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a lightening sky. A scop'sowl was desperately calling for a friend. A nightingale sat in a low bush singing.
In the morning Mr. Kite had a trip along a road to Banos deValearados stopping on the way to watch more wodlarks, northern wheatears, booted eagles, griffon vultures and crested larks. On a church in Banos de Valearados a pair of white storks 'smackered' for a godd half hour. Their loud clackig of beaks could be heard all over the town.
Mr. Kite returned slowly down a quiet road and into Villanvea de Gumiel where cetti's warblers called from the banks a of a trickle of water that was once a river.
Following a warm day cycling Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Ambar 1900. Cheers from a place where the Romans had left their mark.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a lightening sky. A scop'sowl was desperately calling for a friend. A nightingale sat in a low bush singing.
In the morning Mr. Kite had a trip along a road to Banos deValearados stopping on the way to watch more wodlarks, northern wheatears, booted eagles, griffon vultures and crested larks. On a church in Banos de Valearados a pair of white storks 'smackered' for a godd half hour. Their loud clackig of beaks could be heard all over the town.
Mr. Kite returned slowly down a quiet road and into Villanvea de Gumiel where cetti's warblers called from the banks a of a trickle of water that was once a river.
Following a warm day cycling Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Ambar 1900. Cheers from a place where the Romans had left their mark.
Monday 4th June (A Few More Azure-winged Magpies)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into the nest of a spotless starling. Soon Mr. Kite and His Lady would be traveling to Aranda de Deuro.
Just after lunch-time Mr. Kite and His Lady sat on a camp site amongst pine trees listening to golden orioles, hoopoes and chaffinch.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite went for a short trip in the warm sunshine and watched woodlarks.
Returning to the camp site Mr. Kite once again met an old friend; the azure-winged magpie. Now Mr. Kite was surprised to find these birds so far north.
Soon it was time for a Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into the nest of a spotless starling. Soon Mr. Kite and His Lady would be traveling to Aranda de Deuro.
Just after lunch-time Mr. Kite and His Lady sat on a camp site amongst pine trees listening to golden orioles, hoopoes and chaffinch.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite went for a short trip in the warm sunshine and watched woodlarks.
Returning to the camp site Mr. Kite once again met an old friend; the azure-winged magpie. Now Mr. Kite was surprised to find these birds so far north.
Soon it was time for a Mahou Classica. Cheers.
Sunday 3 June 2012
Sunday 3rd June (Sunday in Sunny Spain)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a bit of blue sky. Twenty metres away a golden oriole called before moving to another trees. The house sparrows were chirping and a hoopoe was calling for a mate.
The black kite was scouring the sheep pasture for food. This was a sunny Sunday in Spain.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a bit of blue sky. Twenty metres away a golden oriole called before moving to another trees. The house sparrows were chirping and a hoopoe was calling for a mate.
The black kite was scouring the sheep pasture for food. This was a sunny Sunday in Spain.
Saturday 2nd June (El Acueducto)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window and in the distance the mountains still had some snow. A black kite flew slowly over a meadow looking for food.
Later in the morning Mr. Kite and His Lady travelled on the bus into Segovia. The bus stopped by a splendid acueducto. The Romans and their slaves had made a good job of it.
Then it was to The Cathedral for the six euro walk. Now Mr. Kite can say it was worth every penny; not quite every penny but every cent. The Cathedral was impressive in art history and extravagance. but standing in the cloisters Mr. Kite heard jackdaws and then a much more chattering racous cry. That was a chough thought Mr. Kite. Looking around Mr. Kite then saw red-billed chough. These gregarious birds were making a noise and flying quickly around the area.
Soon it was too hot for sight-seeing and Mr. Kite and His Lady returned to The Joint. This time the starter was salad in sherry vinegar and oil dressing. The main course was potatoes bravas with broad beans. Once again the house sparrows joined in and once again they were a pleasure to eat with. This time they invited a spotless starling who occasionally made a shrilling noise.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a Mahou Classica. Cheers to the birds of Segovia and the Romans.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window and in the distance the mountains still had some snow. A black kite flew slowly over a meadow looking for food.
Later in the morning Mr. Kite and His Lady travelled on the bus into Segovia. The bus stopped by a splendid acueducto. The Romans and their slaves had made a good job of it.
Then it was to The Cathedral for the six euro walk. Now Mr. Kite can say it was worth every penny; not quite every penny but every cent. The Cathedral was impressive in art history and extravagance. but standing in the cloisters Mr. Kite heard jackdaws and then a much more chattering racous cry. That was a chough thought Mr. Kite. Looking around Mr. Kite then saw red-billed chough. These gregarious birds were making a noise and flying quickly around the area.
Soon it was too hot for sight-seeing and Mr. Kite and His Lady returned to The Joint. This time the starter was salad in sherry vinegar and oil dressing. The main course was potatoes bravas with broad beans. Once again the house sparrows joined in and once again they were a pleasure to eat with. This time they invited a spotless starling who occasionally made a shrilling noise.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a Mahou Classica. Cheers to the birds of Segovia and the Romans.
Friday 1st June (The Spadgers Join Mr. Kite for Tea)
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a clear blue sky. A black redstart was singing from a tree.
Today Mr. Kite and His Lady travelled to Segovia. On the way they stopped to watch black kites, red kites and a booted eagle.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite sat down for tea. Starters were a salad with sherry vinegar dressing from Jerez. The main course was aubergine and red peppers in a rich tomato sauce and mashed potatoes. Lots of Spanish bread and butter was on hand.
As soon as the food was placed on the table dozens of spanish house sparrows joined Mr. Kite and His Lady for tea. When the bread was broken the crumbs were soon eaten by the foragers. Enjoying the quality of the picking some house sparrows soon sat on the table picking at the morsels that had dropped from the serving spoons.
Their manners were very good for the first time with Mr. Kite and His Lady. There was not too much squabbling and they did not talk with their mouths full. With water on hand they seemed to enjoy the meal and ate until the last crumb was gone.
Now the house sparrow is a very attractive bird when studied closely; as are all birds. A nice greyish head with tinges of white and a streaked back of brown, black and white.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers and good health to all those chirpy house sparrows.
Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a clear blue sky. A black redstart was singing from a tree.
Today Mr. Kite and His Lady travelled to Segovia. On the way they stopped to watch black kites, red kites and a booted eagle.
In the late afternoon Mr. Kite sat down for tea. Starters were a salad with sherry vinegar dressing from Jerez. The main course was aubergine and red peppers in a rich tomato sauce and mashed potatoes. Lots of Spanish bread and butter was on hand.
As soon as the food was placed on the table dozens of spanish house sparrows joined Mr. Kite and His Lady for tea. When the bread was broken the crumbs were soon eaten by the foragers. Enjoying the quality of the picking some house sparrows soon sat on the table picking at the morsels that had dropped from the serving spoons.
Their manners were very good for the first time with Mr. Kite and His Lady. There was not too much squabbling and they did not talk with their mouths full. With water on hand they seemed to enjoy the meal and ate until the last crumb was gone.
Now the house sparrow is a very attractive bird when studied closely; as are all birds. A nice greyish head with tinges of white and a streaked back of brown, black and white.
Mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Mahou Classica. Cheers and good health to all those chirpy house sparrows.
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