This little guy really pulled my heartstrings
In our garden I set out for our feathered friends every morning a good hearty breakfast – breadcrumbs rolled in sunflower oil, and ripe pears. And last winter my daily visitors included a small flock of jackdaws who would stage an in-out snatch-and-grab operation. I call them my robber barons, and handsome guys they are.
And everyday, but much later than the rest of the flock, as if like a teenager he couldn’t haul himself out of bed in time, this raggedy juvenile showed up. Looking through the kitchen window, watching as he wandered about in search of leftovers, my heart ached a little for his unheeding innocence and lack of fear.
It will hardly make me a Nobel Laureate, butI wrote this in his honour:
There you are again
My little scruffy mate
Bumbling over the lawn in hope
Of sad specks of yesterday’s feast
Gawky knock-kneed teen
Your kin, svelte-suited
You, pathos in feathers,
I surround in a bubble of love
Photo courtesy of Monedula @Wilimedia Commons