Monday 12th December (A Winters Tale)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cold frosty winters morning. The sun was rising and a two clouds drifted along with pink tinges on the edges. In a lime tree a wood pigeon sat looking onto the road. To keep warm this pigeon had puffed out it's feathers and could only be described as a plump, peaceful pigeon. Mr. Kite thought that the pigeon was very wise not to fly about using energy on this cold morning.

When the sun rose a little higher in the sky and rays of sunshine lit parts of the trees the wood pigeon 'cooed' and this attracted the attention of another pigeon who came to flirt. So then there were two flirting wood pigeons.

Mr. Kite had a day inside cutting wood and did not see any other birds. In the evening Mr. Kite had a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.