Wednesday 14th December (A Cold Clear Morning)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a clear blue sky where the bare trees moved gently in the slight breeze. One storm had passed but another one was on its way; this was the calm before the storm. Mr. Kite looked at the ten lime trees in front of his house and could not see one leaf; mind you Mr. Kite is bleary eyed first thing.

In the morning Mr. Kite was in the garden when a great tit called from a tree. Looking up Mr. Kite watched the bird as it flitted about the tree going from branch to branch until it landed on the perch of a bird box that was positioned in the tree. The great tit then looked inside and then flew away. In recent years mr. Kite was hopeful that these boxes would be used in the spring but he is still waiting; no bird  has built a nest in any of them. This year could be different.

In the late afternoon Mr. Kite went to the supermarket to buy some beer. In the car park lots of pied wagtails flew between the trees and onto the supermarket roof. It was a winters end to the day; a clear sky with a frost beginning to form. This was the last week of the year and very special.

Mr. Kite returned home for an"Old Speckled Hen". Cheers to those pied wagtails that livened up the supermarket car park.