Tuesday 22nd January (A Blast of Siberia)

This was a cold morning. The sun was peering through a thin layer of cloud and icicles hung from the gutters but wood pigeons cooed in the cold Siberian blast. Mr. Kite had plans of a trip around later in the morning.

At about two in the afternoon Mr. Kite went for a trip to Monkmoor Lagoon. The fields and hedrerows had redwing, blackbirds, robins and dunnocks. The lagoon was frozen and not one bird was to be seen.

Eventually a common buzzards flew over and stock doves landded in a tree. But Mr. Kite soon went home to a warm fire.