Good Omen

I’ve been working hard on the website; coding for the shop, and making things to sell there. It’s been pretty intense; I can barely see beyond my nose. Any meagre chance to escape the computer screen is a blessing, so last weekend was blessing indeed. Two whole days in the countryside, visiting my partners’ parents to celebrate his fathers’ 70^th birthday. We ate cake, had a barbecue, messed about in the long grass. In the hay-meadow beyond the house, just minutes before we had to go and catch our train back to London, we found this:-

Only the panicked, explosive flight of the mother pheasant as R. nearly stepped right on her gave the game away. The tall, rank grass completely obscured bird, nest, eggs and all, peering into it felt intimate; secret. It felt like a gift – a gift from the birds in the meadow.

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