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May 23, 2008
Small things
We have finally moved to a flat with a garden. Not only that but there is a swathe of trees and green at the back where we over look others' gardens. The beauty of this breathing space in central London is remarkable. No need to watch the TV when there is so much action out back. Robins taking out their young for the first foraging exercise. Teaching them to balance at our feeder. The thin chirp of the baby still wearing some of its fluffy feathers contrasts with the loud confident song of its parents. The coal tit family too are on an outing. Calling between them to make sure the young ones have not wandered too far. Warning each other of the presence of the magpies. And then there is the wren. What an amazing song. It soars above all other sounds and enters my spirit, lifting my soul. It is amazing that the smallest of creatures can be the source of the sweetest music.
Posted by Anna Dixon at May 23, 2008 05:46 PM