For some days, this Thrush has been on the lawn, the seat, and in the trees, and waits for breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea. She( I think it might be a lady, she is very patient and polite!!) waits for the bread to be thrown out, takes one piece and hops away, to eat in private. She has one wing that droops, and she spends a lot of time preening it, pecking under it, but she can fly well.
I look and wonder what happened to her, and have to reassure myself that she is a survivor.
I am just sitting
This is my good wing
I am ready to fly away
Quotation of the day from Victor Hugo
“ Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her,
still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings”
Greetings from Jean