Monday 3 September 2012

Monday 3rd September (The Indian Summer Continues)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into another blue sky. A great tit was calling and a pair of wood pigeons were cooing. The lime tree showed their fruit and the dying leaves were falling.

This was September with a prickle in the air, damp surfaces and autumn was starting. Mr. Kite was now trying to get back to nature now that the summer was leaving.

Sunday 2 September 2012

Sunday 2nd September (Buzzards Overhead)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a blue sky. The Indian Summer had arrived and Mr. Kite enjoyed the sight of the sun. Today Mr. Kite was busy but he did have time to watch common buzzards soaring over his garden in the warm sunny air.

Saturday 1 September 2012

Saturday 1st September (Autumn is Starting)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a blue sky where the sun shone. It was quiet in the road and the dark green leaves on the lime trees showed that autumn was approaching. Yellow and brown leaves lay on the ground confirming that the trees would gradually loose their foliage in the next months.

Today Mr. Kite had a plan following a slow start. At eleven o'clock he rode The Flying Pigeon towards Venus Pool. As a result of a week without cycling Mr. Kite took his time as he cycled along the country lanes. Pheasants were prominent and a few birds flitted in the hedgerows. Soon Mr. Kite was at V.P.

A flock of greylag geese took off and soon formed into a v-shape before heading away from the pool. On the pool canada geese, mute swans, coots, moorhens and cormorants were evident. With the duck in eclipse Mr. Kite looked carefully at each one to identify them. Plenty of mallards as expected and some more signs of autumn with at least six shovelers.

On the pool another duck appeared on the far side. Was it a tufted duck? It looked like one but was busy diving and could not be watched for long. Eventually it showed itself to be a male tuftie.

So autumn is arriving and Mr. Kite looked around the edge for waders butnone could be seen. But the birds are moving and it is time to go bird-watching.

Mr. Kite returned home for a bottle of Young's Bitter. Cheers.