Saturday 25th March (Spring Hidden by Fog)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see the buds on the twigs on the Lime trees more bulbous than yesterday. Every twig was showing signs of life with sticky buds about to uncurl.

Now Mr. Kite took The Beast from the shed and went bird-watching. To cut a long story short Mr. Kite cycled miles and miles on a foggy day. The bright yellow Daffodils lined the verges and the blossoms were beginning to loose their petals. On this dull day the birds were less colourful but very active on the pool at Polemere and Monkmoor Lagoon. Someone had recorded the sighting of three Swallows at Polemere but Mr. Kite thinks you may be mistaken; probably they had seen Sand Martins.

Mr. Kite reads newspapers and always reads articles by Simon Barnes and Derwent May because they write about birds and nature. In todays edition Simon Barnes's article was titled, 'Birdsong is landscape distilled into sound' emphasising that birdsong is a reflection on the state of the environment.

As Mr. Kite read the article and agreed with every word written he enjoyed a tipple of Marston's Strong Pale Ale. Cheers from a thoughtful Mr. Kite; who listens to birdsong at every opportunity.