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As Birds Are Not OT
This afternoon I was weeding a border a few feet away from the bird
table. On my hands and knees as it were and with my back towards the aforementioned garden feature. I suddenly felt a sort of movement in my hair. A slight flick of the arm (fork in hand) and the feeling went, only to return a few seconds later. Drop fork, remove glove from hand and feel head. Something on hand. Move hand in front of face. Baby green finch now looking at me without a care in the world. Baby finch stayed on hand as I stood to see half a dozen of them pecking at the bird table. Not an adult in sight. I moved my hand to the table and baby jumped off and started feeding with his/her siblings. I went back to weeding and they were still there when I next stood up to empty the weed bucket. Sometimes you really feel privileged that nature has decided to give you a bit of a boost. Ah! The innocence of youth! No doubt that baby finch will fly a mile if I walk out into the garden in a couple of weeks' time. But something in me says wouldn't it be wonderful if it recognised me and landed in my hair again. And I can still feel the "claws" on my finger. Cheers, Jake ======================================= Urgling from the asylum formerly known as the dry end of Swansea Bay. |
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