*smile often (makes one look younger)
* make a new friend ( a furry or feathered one counts)
... only Fussell beat me to it & made my acquaintance just right there in the week before Christmas.
I really wasn't expecting him, no, not at all. I should have known though, being an angel in the garden sort of person, that the day would come when I would need to face my feathery aaah jitters...what with Charlie lurking behind every bush
& up every tree
and poking his nose in everything
sadly, no wee bird is safe when he's about, especially those that hop on out of their nests too soon.First came little sparrow. I picked him up in a towel & he sat beside me all the evening while I tappity tapped away right here. Then, quite suddenly he popped up on the edge of the basket & said "thanks so much for having me but I'd better be getting off home now, Mum will be wondering where on earth I've got to"...& promptly flew out the window!
Where were the little birdie guardian angels!!?? Not watching!
Sleeping even! (borrowed from dear Raia at toile)
His first night was spent in a shoe box, nestled amongst soft towels.
Not knowing quite what to do with him & with Rob gleefully telling me that of course he would wake with the dawn chorus, I did in fact, wake at 5.30!! me!! & crept out in to the living room & with great bleary eyed trepidation took off the lid to find Fussell still alive..so outside we went...
to the break of day
via we heart it Pollyanna it felt just like this..& the birdsong...was the most magical sound I have ever heard
my daily pursuit of authenticity continues..
(sorry, you'll have to click on this to read it better..it didn't fit any larger)
So, I can tick that one off..I've made a new feathery friend (even ever so briefly) & I'm so glad he came by my life. Perhaps I'll try a person next time : )
There are always fresh lessons, new experiences & wonders just round the corner...