Sunday 21st August (Silence on the Road)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky hung with rain clouds. Outside was silent.

Sunday morning was a lazy morning; preparing food and reading newspapers. However at noon when the sun was high in the sky and warm Mr. Kite took to The Beast and headed towards Venus Pool. With a window of only two hours it was just to see what was at V.P.

Firstly there was not too much water in the 'old pool'. In fact it looked like an African water-hole without the wildebeest. Secondly the low water level was good for the fishing birds as the fish had less places to hide. So Mr. Kite watched twenty Cormorants fishing in formation as a way to concentrate the fish in groups. Swimming along the birds occasionally dipped under the water to fish before emerging for a breath of air before the next snack. Mr. Kite could only think that this was an efficient way to fish. After twenty minutes snacking the Cormorants returned to their island, opening their wings and sat absorbing the warm sunshine.

Looking for waders Mr. Kite could only find two Greenshanks. After a very pleasant two hours Mr. Kite returned for a tipple of Romanian beer. Poti Castiga un Vagon de Premii. Brasov Ciucas. Bere Medliata. Cheers; a great little tinny.

Mr. Kite was enjoying his tipple in the garden and looked up to see a large group of Swifts flying high in the sky in a westerly direction. Some of these looked large, almost Alpine Swift size.