Memories
I had a rather poignant moment the other day.
I was up in the top plot hacking back some trees when I saw what looked like a mouldy tennis ball fall to the ground.
I picked it up, and it was in fact a beautifully made, fully intact old bird’s nest.
What was so poignant about that, I hear you ask?
I examined it closer. It was made entirely of moss, feathers and Sandy-hair.
In Spring I used to groom Sandy and dump great fistfuls of hair out into the garden for the birds to fight over, but Penny has very short hair so the birds now have to make alternative arrangements. Penny is a great dog. She constantly makes me laugh with her mischievous ways and her mad antics, but for all that, I still miss Sandy.
It was a bit of a shock to find myself up there in the top plot, holding such a tangible reminder of a departed friend.
Awww. Happy sad ?
Happy sad indeed. I'd say the nest builders are missing her this year too!
what a happy thing to find, to know that sandy helped nurture birds for everyone to enjoy or chase as is their want
I did my bit for tradition today – trimmed the beard and lamped a fistful out the window in case any birds are still building.
proper thing!
Did yer missus not object to beard trimming?
Beard trimmings lining a bird’s nest, eh? I don’t want to be an inadvertent cannibal, so I’ll avoid ordering bird’s nest soup next time I visit Hong Kong.
A sign from a loved one gone by. She's letting you know she's watching over you, is all.
With you all the way GD. I still have the stones that Hogie 'found' at the beach. He was an enormous GSD (grandmother may have been interfered with by a bear) and my memories of him move me still.
Hardly a day passes without Sandy getting a thought. Some are happy thoughts and some are sad, but she is certainly not forgotten!