Monday 14th February (St. Valentine's Day)

Mr. Kite looked out his bedroom window onto a sunny Monday morning. Luckily for Mr. Kite he was going to have another easy day reading the papers and doing a bit of bird watching. Now Mr. Kite's day did not quite go as planned with flowers to order; not for the living but 'someone who has passed on'.

Today was not the day for red roses and romanticism, but towards the end of the day Mr. Kite went to his hide and looked towards the west where the sun was sinking behind the Berwyn Mountains. In the garden the Wood Pigeons were in the spirit of St. Valentine as they cooed and huddled up to each other on a low branch. With their heads bobbing and the odd flap of a wing the pair of Wood Pigeon were showing the signs of young love.

Mr. Kite was interested in watching the silhouettes of passing birds against the dimming background and he watched lots of birds flying to unknown destinations. Some birds flew into surrounding trees but other kept flying and flying and flying into sunset with a steady beat of their wings. Mr. Kite wondered where these birds would spend the night. When it was dark and the silhouettes had gone it was time for Mr. Kite to have a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers from a dark quiet night.