tiny beginnings

This is a story a lovely stranger told me the other day: a tiny yellow-green domesticated canary appeared in his doorway one morning so he picked it up and carried it about weaving a path from house to house in an expanding spiral, trying to find where it belonged. Along the way one neighbour gave him a cardboard box so the little creature would be more comfortably housed during their journey. Another person gave him some bird seed {one of those strange bell-shaped honey-laden seed things, I’d like to imagine} and another gave a little bowl of water for the bird and a cup of tea for the human. He didn’t end up finding the canary’s home but had a splendid day and ended up keeping the bird who doesn’t have a name yet but has become good friends with his {apparently quite pompous} pink galah, Spartacus.

I really like it when people who you don’t know terribly well tell you stories like this and you’re not quite sure why they are telling you but you’re certainly glad they did.

window sill, your light is pretty {in winter}