Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

~William Butler Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire,” 1894

A month from a skylark, a half from a finch, a little from a wagtail and not a day from a swallow.

(Finnish proverb)

White wagtail – Canal du Midi, France

 

two smiles

one of the Scratchies spent the better part of the morning coming and going, calling me incessantly at the window:

“Hey YOU !!! I’ve some exciting NEWS !!!! LISTEN-LISTEN !!!!!!!


since they’ve been nesting for the last month or so (and i can’t think what other reason all the excitement might be about) i went downstairs to see if i could sneak a peek but i can’t actually get to that level without moving old junk about and using a ladder, and, and, and, and i don’t want to take the risk of upsetting their sacred place so i just stayed there for a while listening. nothing. the little noises from a week ago have gone silent, telling me what the back of my mind had already told me; the fledglings had flown away and proud Scratchie was ecstatically announcing the news.
congratulations and thank you my little friend.