Saturday 26th February (A Day of Doubles)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see the road twice as wide, people with identical twins and trees in twofold. Mr. Kite realised that he had drunk too much and went back to bed.

When normality returned Mr. Kite cycled into town to meet His Lady. Now over the town centre Mr. Kite watched a Common Buzzard casually drift over the shops and shoppers. Only Mr. Kite looked up to see this large bird as everybody else were busy window shopping. After buying a few items Mr. Kite returned home for a little while before heading off to Monkmoor Lagoon.

With the sun breaking through the thin clouds Mr. Kite pedaled the beast slowly down the road with the rear tyre deflating. Such was Mr. Kite's determination he continued his trip down the road and along the lane to the lagoon. On arrival at the lagoon he could hear the sound of Canadian Geese. Mr. Kite quietly opened the metal gate and went to the hide and unlocked the door.

Now today the lagoon there was little on the pool but the birds were big. Eight white Mute Swans sailed around in a group and six Canadian Geese swam around the small island honking before settling onto it. With the sun sinking behind the trees, and with a nearly flat tyre, it was time to return home. As Mr. Kite was closing the hide window four of the swans flapped their wings to move forward and gain some lift before paddling across the water for twenty metres. Then all four became airborne at the same time. Slowly gaining height they banked to fly between a gap in the trees before flying out of sight and into the sunset. By this time Mr. Kites vision was normal so the swan count was correct; four birds not two.

Mr. Kite reached home to enjoy of tipple of San Miguel. Cheers from a Mr. Kite who is now going for double bottles; double bottles.