Sunday, 9 January 2011

Little bird

I spent an hour watching birds this bright Sunday morning, absorbing and utterly peaceful.

Later the cat brought in a blue tit for me. I watched it opening and closing its tiny beak, its colourful body heaving with fear. Carefully I took it outside and put it in the sun, and as the sun climbed higher in the sky, its brief life ebbed away, just like that.

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