Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Flown the Nest

For the last three weeks or so, whenever I have looked up at a nest in a garden tree, there has been a pigeon sat there unmoving apart from a blinking eye, even when the cats have climbed up there, so I had begun to fear it was there for the duration probably trying to hatch out a broken, non-existent or unfertilised egg, however today it finally gave up and with a clatter of wings it was off; quite a relief really as I had begun to fear it would expire up there and require removal of remains. 

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