Friday 16th September (Mr. Kite goes to The Bog)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window in The Joint to see tall dark green fir trees and shorter light green silver birch trees. On the sandy ground the grass was short and brown; the green ferns were turning brown on the edges. Autumn was progressing in East Anglia. A black-headed gull flew over.

In the cool morning Mr. Kite set off for The Bog; not the one on the caravan site but Dersingham Bog. So Mr. Kite cycled through the woodlands listening to jays and wood pigeons and eventually reached The Bog. In the top of the fir trees little birds flitted about but Mr. Kite could not identify them but they seemed like coal tits. A noisy muntjac deer passed by trampling over the crisp brown leaves.

After an hour of spotting the usual common birds Mr. Kite walked around a boarded walk over marshy ground that would be lively in spring but the dry summer had turned the marsh into a desert. A common buzzard and kestrel flew over.

Overlooking the marsh and low lying area was a seat on top of a small cliff so Mr. Kite went and sat on it. Now this was not an ordinary bench but one in remembrance of the singer song writer John Denver. So Mr. Kite sang Leaving on a Jet Plane as he looked over the arid plain hoping to spot a nightjar. A marsh harrier was the least common bird that passed by.

Mr. Kite returned to The Joint for a brief rest before cycling to West Newton and beyond. Red-legged partridge, pheasants and a mistle thrush were spotted.

At the end of the afternoon Mr. Kite sat outside The Joint looking into the sky enjoying a tipple of Wychwood Scarecrow. Cheers from a pleasant East Anglia.