Saturday 4th February (The Bird we do not See)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see grey clouds and the trees blowing in the breeze. It was a gloomy outlook made more gloomier by looking at the newspaper shop owner unable to unlock his shop door.

Anyway Mr. Kites plans for today changes when the grey grew greyer and the rain became heavier. So Mr. Kite read some newspapers and an articles about Blackbirds, Owls and Godwits. Eventually he went to the rear bedroom at the back of the house and looked out towards the town centre. He watched a bird fly and once he realised it was a Feral Pigeon he did not look anymore.

Mr. Kite then though to himself why don't we take any notice of Feral Pigeons? If we are bird watchers why don't we watch them?

Perhaps it is because we call them Feral Pigeons meaning wild, untamed and uncultivated. Also they are descended from escapee's and any old Tom, Dick or Harry. Mr. Kite has decided to take more notice of the Feral Pigeon and watch them more closely when he is sitting on the station platform or bus stand.

On a dull day Mr. Kite is going to think about some positive aspects of the Feral Pigeon. To help him he will enjoy a tipple of Badger Fursty Ferret. Cheers.