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I sit in a seat on the train

with my back to the drivers

cab, as is my wont; and, I’ve

found myself sitting opposite

an inquisitive Thai child of

two and a half all in pink,

who has a penchant for nasal

inhalers, shoving first one,

then another, where the things

go, including her mother’s,

who sits in the window seat,

this sunny Sunday afternoon

in June.

Every one …



Watching the young blue-tits fledge from the nest is a testament to motherhood: as she waits and persists and cajoles, each chick from the nest. And, she’ll do this as the best has left, encouraging the others one by one, including the small one that had fallen, not flown. And later, entering the lounge, I see the folks standing there, staring out, at a young fluffy Tit, looking from the verge toward it’s Mother, still on the wire above; calling out to it as it goes hops from bush to bush; and as it goes from a spindly tree to the pavement outside, my heart stops a moment. But, Mother Nature cannot abide the intervention of Man, I remind Dad, as he wants to intervene. And then, it is gone. Into the bushes next door perhaps? We can only hope, as we do for the one last chick that she seems to think is there, will also make it, like it’s brothers and sisters. And now, as our day progresses, we pass through from the lounge to the kitchen, hovering by the doors between the two. And, for a moment my Father and I share, news of what we have seen: me? The last chick that’s left, which had popped it head up just a little earlier and him, the three or four he saw fly much earlier that morning, an hour or so after the dawning. Then as my Father sat to eat his lunch and listen to the news, he indicated the Mother who was on the fat ball, which it rarely does, not bothering about the nesting box. And, that seems to indicate, he says, that either that last one has flown, or it’s there dead at the bottom of the nest. And, such is their fight for survival and flight.

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crowgirl
21:54 Jun 02 2009

Amazing as always :) worth the wait to read it.

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Sinora
12:07 Jun 03 2009

I'm saying nothing about having fluffy Tits in your area.

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Mum looks at the side

of the cupboard, where

she has turned a page

on the calendar and now

three small, yellow

ducklings on the wall

all fluffy an all, stare to

their left and my right

and something well out

of sight, with the words

of Confucius below it:

‘Look for the small things

in life to bring joy.’