Tuesday 6th December (A Cool Blast from the North)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a white cloudy sky. In the words used by T.S. Eliot, 'Since golden October declined into sombre November', we are now in cold December waiting for the New Year that will start in two weeks.

At this time of year Mr. Kite likes sitting in front of a warm flaming fire. So in the morning he did just that. Thinking of the cool blast from the north Mr. Kite thought about the warm breeze that had recently blown from the south; the cold blast blew in a tundra bean goose to Floreat Salopia and the breeze from the south blew in a female desert wheatear.

If Mr. Kite was a determined twitcher he would have twitched today but being a bird watcher he watched more common birds in common places. However in the afternoon Mr. Kite went to a church hall that is used by a variety of groups. So this afternoon Mr. Kite sat listening to a discussion about morals whilst observing robins in holly bushes with red berries, blackbirds picking through golden dead leaves, wood pigeons in the green ivy laden with black berries, wrens flying between low green plants and carrion crows sitting near clumps of mistle toe with white berries.

Now that November has merged into December and autumn has turned to winter and as the old year heads towards the new year Mr. Kite watched a winters scene that on darkening days that will eventually show the signs that spring will return. A common scene with common birds and a common seasonal scene but worth every second of viewing.

Mr. Kite returned for a warm cup of Tetley tea. Cheers.