Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a clear sky, bare trees and an air temperature slightly above freezing. Today it is Mr. Kite's birthday so he will make a birthday list although for most of the day he will be eating, drinking, talking and taking life easy and watching some birds.
Sitting in The Residence Mr. Kite watched eight wood pigeons fly randomly across the sky then he noticed eight starling sitting on a t.v. aerial. Considering that there are many aerials around here Mr. Kite wondered why they chose to sit on that particular one. Was it the shape of it? Were the metal poles just the right size for a starlings foot to grasp? Then Mr. Kite noticed a wisp of smoke coming from one of the chimney pots; so Mr. Kite thought probably the starling were warming themselves.
As the day progressed the birthday list progressed with black-headed gull, carrion crow, jackdaw, house sparrow and pied wagtail. Later in the morning Mr Kite was given a present for his birthday a book with Twelve Poems about Birds. So Mr. Kite will write one down and here it is.
The Ptarmigan
The Ptarmigan is strange,
As strange as he can be;
Never sits on ptelephone poles
Or roosts upon a ptree.
And the way he ptakes pto spelling
Is the strangest thing pto me.
Anon.
Now Mr. Kite is celebrating today so it is time for a birdie drink of Morland "Old Speckled Hen". Cheers. Happy Birthday Mr. Kite.
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