Nature does not care

An accident?
Sibling murder? Parental murder?
The ants don’t care.

 

Little dead swallow

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.’

To cut a long story short:
Granddaughter's eagle eyes were right.
So I advised her to find a leaf.

We place the little swallow on it.
When I return from shopping, I hear
the little creature has been given a solemn burial.

34°C in the shadow

Whilst I was sitting
on the bench before the house
enjoying the shade

Back under my roof

They were late this year.
I'd started to worry, but:
Hurray! They are back.

Laughing Lhursday*

Hey! I am not fed up.

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Martin:

a small bird with long wings and a short tail , , ,

that flies very fast.