Looking Up...

The sky is blue.


There are no clouds to be seen.

At all.


There are also no Red Kites, moulty or otherwise, to be seen above my humble abode.


The Herring Gulls - who are to be seen, soaring about and trying to look pretty - are utterly relaxed and yark-free.


There are Swifts up there, too, it is true. I counted a minimum of 11 yesterday evening.


But not a sniff of a wandering raptor.






Bugger.