It is early. The dawn chorus is in its last throws. From my bay window I can see a rows of roves peaking over the tops of the rabble of trees that mark the end of our garden. The roves belong to the houses that snuggle tightly around the top of a long col-du-sac. If our house was not here I dare say the developers would have continued that road and linked it to the road we face out on to. But we are here and they cannot.
This one little fact is often overlooked by the residents of the houses I can see. Our garden is for some a short cut to the “corner shop”. Our neighbours will often climb their fences, scramble through our trees and brazenly stroll through our garden pop through the side gate and hightail it to the shop…
Ran all the way around the World,
She swam from Dover to France, she climbed over the Alps, floated through the Middle East, rode a camel across the deserts of Asia, took Austrailia and the Americas in her stride, before crossing Iceland andp all before dinner!…
I have two dachshunds, one named Alfie the other Max.
Max has a waggly tail, and a soft pale tummy for me to tickle.
He can get in a pickle when he tries to jump on my lap.
His legs are so short. We have to sit on the floor.
He is so small we could both hide in a draw.
Now Alfie is very different and barks and barks all day.
He does it to keep the strangers away.
He will always be loyal to me.
He thinks he is six feet tall and will always look out for me…
So many songs of overlapping chatter, shrill and urgent, soft and melancholy, sharp and bright. Just within my grasp, but gone as quickly as a glance. To catch but just one moment is a reward, a joy, a triumph!
In the distance a woodpecker, rhythmic drumming reverberating through the woods. Never to be seen. A blackbird’s true song. A wren, so powerful for one so small. I know you are all there. Just out of sight!…
soaring tall.
Like bleached bones rising out of the forest floor.
You do not stand alone, there are countless like you,
Mingled in with the living breathing forest you
call home.
Some further along their final campaign,
Fallen comrades, like the rotted hulls of long forgotten ships, strewn across the forest floor.
The moss that once blanketed your trunk,
a soft quilt,
A green blanket, long since departed.
Your whole being once the harbour of life,…
25 February, confirmed the first case of COVID-19. 3 March, the University of Zurich announced six confirmed cases. 5 March, Lausanne University Hospital announced that female coronavirus case had died overnight. 11 March, a 54-year-old male died from COVID-19 in Basel…
Riccio was a very round spikey animal called a Hedgehog, he was very shy and only came out at night when no humans where around.
One early evening he woke from his daytime sleep and wondered if there were any other hedgehogs like him.
He remembered his Mum, she had shown him how to eat slugs and snails and other insect but apart from Mum and his brother & sister he had never met another hog like himself. Riccio wanted to travel…
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