Property News · October 18, 2016

A bird of beauty laid to rest in the lingering fragrance of summer


Claxton, Norfolk I laid my song thrush down in the earth where all those life scenes and memories and scents aroseEven in death it looked perfect, spots on his chest as bold as a summer’s morning. It was a dead song thrush. The tiny yellow tips to the coverts and the faintest crease of like colour at the corners of the beak suggested a bird of the year, inexperienced in the ways of cats or windows. Yet what to do with something so beautiful?First I had work. Our garden is split in three – vegetables down one side; a middle lawn running all the way to autumn’s only colour, a cyclamen patch in the shadows under the hollies; and on the other side, by the hedge, a meadow area that has been left entirely to steer its own course for the past eight years. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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