Thursday 10th November (More Gloom and Doom but The Condover Congregation was Magic)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a light grey sky. The breeze blew the remaining leaves on the trees and the outlook seemed bleak. But Mr. Kite and his birding companion went bird-watching.

Now to cut a long story short The Incapacitants watched fifty different species of birds and the competition was a draw because they had not expected to see so many birds. Today the birds were plentiful in the calm air, bare hedgerows and green fields. All the common birds were having a day behaving like birds; flying, tweeting, feeding and having the occasional squabble.

On the return trip, just before Condover, The Incapacitants disturbed a field full of lapwings and golden plover and they took to the air. The huge flock took to the air and circled with the congregation of golden plovers climbing faster than the desert of lapwings. Soon the 'The Big Wing' split with the lapwings going right towards Bayston Hill and the golden plover continuing to circle and climb.

Mr. Kite watched with interest the hundreds of golden plover because they did not fly as a flock in formation; it was a mixture of different types of formations and solos. Some flew in lines playing follow the leader. Others flew in line side by side with numbers up to ten. A flew groups flews as crescents. However the most interesting were groups flying in 'v' formations making arrows in the sky. Against the white cloudy sky these black shapes made fantastic patterns, shapes and dot to dot drawings. Now Mr. Kite would have to urge any bird-watcher to look at a flock of flying golden plover and observe the changing and varied shapes in the sky. It is an incredible sight.

After a great day birding Mr. Kite returned to The Residence for a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers to all the members of 'The Congregation 'that crowded the sky to perform a great display.