I stepped out of my studio this morning to give my eyes a break from some intense screen work and found Gwen, our border collie lying next to a small brown bird sitting quite still but with a vigorously beating heart and a beak that was gasping for air. I cupped it in my hands and could feel it’s life but it was clear that for whatever reason it did not have long to live. So I found a patch of grass and laid the bird down away from the neighbours cats.
When I returned about a hour later, the bird had died and in so doing had spread it’s wings almost as a metaphor for what ever journey has now embarked on.
Looking at the small form lying there I was struck by the simple beauty to be found even in a small insignificant brown bird.