Friday 25th November (November Skies)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into the November sky. A carrion crow flew towards the window before climbing over the house roof. Today the sun was low down in the east lighting the sky with an azure colour. Now here is a coincidence. Mrs. Kite was sent a leaflet yesterday with ten poems on it and one of them was called November Skies by John Freeman (1880-1929).

So the November sky is described well in this poem. Read it and should will see what Mr. Kite has seen over the past two weeks out of his bedroom window. Mr. Kite had a plan for the day. But first he had some shopping to do followed by a dental appointment.

In the afternoon under the November sky Mr. Kite went bird watching. To cut a long story short it was very much like normal. Venus pool had its usual residents but many more teal, a pair of goosander and a shelduck family. Atcham Bridge was quiet so Mr. Kite headed towards Monkmoor Lagoon to watch the sun go down, the day turn to night and the birds come to roost.

However the most noticeable thing was that the mallards were feeling amorous and courting. The females were being pursued by lines of admirers with the odd quack. So after a good day enjoying the November sky Mr. Kite had a treble tipple of Leffe Triple. Cheers, cheers and cheers.