Flash Fiction: The Birds Tick Time
The birds tick time outside my door. I count the seconds, the colours. Such small lives. The bluetits and coaltits are the everyday ordinaries. If they were human they would wear a suit and tie, hold on to their jobs for dear life.
When Swallow Chicks Fledge
Our swallow chicks have fledged already! It seems they were an early brood. One minute, Hubs and I were gazing up, trying to count the number of feathery faces; the next, we were looking at an empty nest.
Blossom, Bird Fights and Bumblebees
Right now, I have a stunning view from my window. The tree across the road is wearing a badge of blossom. It looks like a wedding guest, proud to show off some fresh blooms for the occasion.
The Fearless Mistle Thrush
The mistle thrush is a proud character, who first came to my attention last spring. He is back again this year and hard to miss.
A Gathering of Birds
I’ve noticed a gathering of birds in my garden, lately. Not a menacing gathering, reminiscent of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘The Birds’, but a bright, babbling chorus of goldfinch, chaffinch, blackbird, wagtail and swallow.
Walking in the Snow, Birds of Faith
I went walking in the snow on Saturday. It wasn’t intentional. Hubs and I had been out most of the day, seeing family and shopping at the supermarket. A walk seemed like the perfect tonic, a moment just for us.