Okay, I couldn't tell you guys yesterday because the event was still too close, but now I feel ready to share my traumatic experience with you all. Here goes...
For the past few months I have been enjoying the company of two blue tits in my garden. They are called Tit and Tat. They live in my next door neighbour's garden and it has become apparent that they have baby blue tits (cute!).
On Wednesday, I went out into the garden and down by the side of the back door was the cutest little ball-of-fluff chick I have ever seen. My theory is that it attempted to fly out of the nest with little success, and became stuck on the floor. So I hid behind my kitchen bin and watched it cheeping away. Ever faithful Tit and Tat came with food for newly named Tot. He was so cute! Every so often he would try to fly, but after getting a few inches off the ground, he'd be exhausted again and just go back to sitting and cheeping.
Yesterday morning I went out into the garden to find Tot sitting on a bush in my garden. I thought: 'Good work Tot, you're learning to fly flap by flap!'
Then, upstairs in my house in the afternoon, I looked out the window to see Fernando (a regular cat visitor to my garden) licking his lips suspiciously! I rushed down the stairs, into the garden and there was no more cheeping. Fernando had killed Tot!
As you can imagine, I was crushed. How could Fernando do such a thing to defenceless little Tot?
As much as it pains me to tell you this tale, I cannot help but feel inspired by nature and how it holds itself together. Look in the garden/park/field near your home. What can you see, hear, smell and touch? Even something as apparently boring as a snail is actually amazing, with its little feelers and trail of slime! Have you ever watched a spider making a web, ants marching back and forth, squirrels jumping from tree to tree? Get out and see what you can see. How will nature inspire you?
You will be happy to know that my housemate took a picture of Tot, so that he will live on in our memories. Yay!