Windsor

Amelia Blythe

Saint Margaret's School for Girls, Aberdeen

Windsor was flying high, he was soaring through the wind, he felt the wind move every feather of his wing. But he looked up, the sky was beginning to cloud over, gloomy and sad. The wind swept him up and Windsor was thrown about with the storm, gradually, specks of rain fell onto his head to his toes. “No! It can’t rain! Anything but rain!” Windsor thought. The rain got heavier and heavier and Windsor froze, his wings stopped flapping, the clench of his feet were releasing and his eyes started to shut, and he fell to the ground with a thump. “This is it, my career is over,” Windsor chirped.

He had given up on his dream and it was time to move on. Maybe he needed to settle down with a job and a family. He had been looking at the top of a tree in Hyde park, it was pricey but it suited him well.

Windsor waddled along the road outside of Buckingham Palace, even if his career of flying was over he would need to learn eventually. Windsor ran until his claws hurt, he started to flap his wings and lift his legs. This was it! Until his left wing started to give in and he fell into a grand chimmeny. He rolled onto a cashmere carpet and was picked up by a big white hand.

Windsor gradually began to open his eyes and he saw a brightly dressed lady with grey silver silky hair neatly curled. “Oh hello little one, did you hear the news? You will be in my pigeon race!” the kind voice spoke. “I understand that you have just been in a tumble but I trust that you will be alright by the time of my jubilee.”

Who was this lady? How come she got to decide my future? And what was so important that it needed a jubilee!

Well I’m leaving, because this is not what I want – then my nose met the sweet notes of rosemary and orange.. A feast, I couldn’t even see it, but the flavours were already melting on my tongue! “Would you like to stay for dinner? The lady asked.

Well, food is one thing I cannot resist!

This Lady said she was called Elizabeth, and she was the Queen of England. That was the most memorable night of my life, we had so much fun.

Weeks of training went by and I had mastered the art of flying. This was hard to adjust to as my previous flying experiences looked lame to these experiences and before I knew it, it was 3 days until the jubilee. My best friend, The Queen, will see me flying! I’m going to make her proud.

The jubilee was beginning and tourists from all over the world watched the queen from outside Buckingham Palace. My trainer lifted me onto his hand and blew a whistle. I shot off and I was to fly over London holding flags of Britain in my beak. I was proud that I could fly, I was up in the clouds and I made Britain proud and I even managed to make the Queen proud!