Today is just a short post. Life races past, and often we don’t take a moment to notice the small things that surround us; things like fledglings.

Yesterday, as I rushed to leave the house I heard a flurry of activity in my garden. It was raining – the first time for weeks.

The fledglings and their parents were revelling in the joy of damp ground and worms, and of course, had I moved they all would’ve flown away.

So I stopped.

I knew the slightest movement would set of their predator alerts. I meant them no harm, just wanted to watch their morning play.

So I did.

It’s time like these that inspire my poetry books and art, so today I’ll doodle some birds and perhaps string together a few lines of words.

Will you join me?