Wednesday 30th November (The Last November Morning)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a clear November sky with the sun rising over the horizon. This was the last November morning of the year and one of the most special. Thin layers of grey cloud passed in front of a pink red dawn.

This bright colourful morning was enjoyed by the birds of Floreat Salopia. Black-headed gulls searched for remnants of food in the road and house sparrows could be heard chirping. Wood pigeons flew between the trees.

Mr. Kite looked at the recycling and took it to the local bottle bank. Looking around Mr. Kite watched carrion crows, pied wagtails, magpies, lesser black-backed gulls and blackbirds. So Mr. Kite and the birds made the most of the last November morning of the year.

Late in the morning Mr. Kite and His Lady went to place flowers on a Special Grave. Walking slowly through the churchyard Mr. Kite watched a magpie harass a kestrel causing it to fly and turn to dodge the persistent black and white bird. After about one minute a carrion crow joined in the fun and the kestrel was attacked from two directions before the crow gave up and then just after the kestrel retreated into a copse.

As the sun was hidden by the clouds the bird life went quiet with just one greater-spotted woodpecker flying over. Red and white flowers were placed on the grave with a strands of mistletoe and ivy. Thoughts were thought and the never ending sadness continued in remembrance of a Star.

Mr. Kite returned home for a tipple of Tetley tea and a silent reflection.