Granddaughter sitting in the courtyard, observing three swallow nests and looking around. Suddenly a small cry. ‘Grandpa, oh no! A little bird.’ – On my way to the garage, I return and glance into the drain: ‘Ah, no, it's but a leaf.’
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| To cut a long story short: Granddaughter's eagle eyes were right. So I advised her to find a leaf. |
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| We place the little swallow on it. When I return from shopping, I hear the little creature has been given a solemn burial. |
It is a sad and solemn thing to lose the young.
ReplyDeleteThat's it, Mimi. Especially in recent times, ‘our’ swallows seem to be having a hard time raising all the young from their second brood.
DeleteTrista notícia del dia ...
ReplyDeleteSalut !.
Yes, that was a sad discovery.
DeleteUna abraçada, Artur.
ReplyDeleteUna notícia trista: la mort de l'oreneta.
Una notícia bonica: la sensibilitat de la teva neta.
Abraçades, Sean.
It is wonderful being able to watch this child grow up. As I recently mentioned at Paula's, we enjoyed fantastic adventures on our ‘flying carpet’ when she was just two years old. We hid on the far side of the moon, drank coffee and honey milk as we flew through the Magellanic Clouds, and often landed on a colourful Smarties meadow. She still raves about it today.
DeleteAnd since then, her imagination seems to know no bounds. ;-)
Abraçades, Carme.
Un ull ben fi té la teva néta, com també molta sensibilitat i sap posar-se al seu lloc, cercant què fer amb l'oreneta morta.
ReplyDeleteAferradetes, Sean.
That's a very good description, Paula.
DeleteAferradetes!