5 tails, black with white spots, tag along behind 5 busy goldfinches sorting through the seed on the step. Looking down on them from the bedroom window highlights their shape and color. A touch flamboyant flutterings
He escorts me through the farmyard past the broody geese. Whippet and I are shivering in our shoes.
I think no one is home. Then a small face peers through the letter box, followed by squeals of delight. One pair of arms is thrown around my waist another around my legs, before I have even said "hello".
Bit of that
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