Thursday 8th September (Lazy Bones)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky where there was not any sign that beyond the murk there was a large round warm sun. The leaves on the trees moved backwards, forwards, up and down as the breeze varied in its speed. More leaves had turned brown and the green leaves were continually darkening. The ground surrounding the trees had piles of golden-brown leaves. Autumn was progressing and moving towards winter but Mr. Kite was inert, lethargic, comatosed and plain lazy.

With birds migrating and moving from north to south and east to west Mr. Kite knew that to watch them he needed to be outside searching but laziness was 'the order of the day'. Mr. Kite sat around reading and gradually returning to normal. Later Mr. Kite sat in the garden looking at the sky searching for birds. Wood pigeons, starlings and house sparrows flew over.

However late in the afternoon Mr. Kite went for a short walk to the recycling centre. Now this  recycling centre is better than most recycling centres because the Rea Brook flows underneath it. Nearby are trees and shrubs providing a habitat for birds. Today blackbirds, blue tits and jackdaws flew over. Then Mr. Kite looked up to see a medium-large powerful raptor with sharp wings and broad shoulder heading towards The Abbey where feral pigeons and collared doves perch.

Now Mr. Kite will leave you to identify this magnificent bird but will leave you an anagram in italics that will spell its name.

The Clue: Mr. Kite saw a green pencil for drawing birds of prey; (two words, the first nine letters and the second six letters (9,6)).

Mr. Kite watched hoping to see Mr. Raptor catch an unfortunate bird but the Columbidae Family must have seen him flying towards them and skedaddled. But for a green pencil to catch a dinner would have made Mr. Kite's day but that is bird-watching; sometimes the bird is fabulous but it behaving adds another dimension.

Mr. Kite returned home for a tipple of Becks. Cheers to the Peregrine Falcon.