Attempted Flight

I was out in the garden looking for a lazy blip after a fourteen mile ride out to Dursley for coffee and cake. 

The garden is slowing down now, and beginning to settle into autumn's decomposition and slumber. Plenty still going on, but more of it is about gently falling to the ground in various shades of red and gold... 

Not for this fellow! Blowing from grass to flower to twig, he flies and falls, flies and falls again. 'I know I can fly', he cried; 'I remember I could fly!' 

Alas, he forgot about the bird. The magic is gone, and he is grounded. ;-)