Today, slept in again. Crazy.
Maybe it’s because I finally slowed down enough to let myself rest. Slow, peaceful morning, and decided that seeing it’s a long weekend, tomorrow can be the housework day instead.
Took my youngest granddaughter shopping because she had $25 to spend.
Went up to the shopping centre with all the little cultural shops, and that was fun.
Strawberries coated in toffee on a stick, Uncle Tetsu’s tarts, all sorts of different foods and smells everywhere.
Just one of those nice little days wandering around together.
But the most beautiful thing happened on the drive there.
Not beautiful for the poor little bird, of course, but beautiful in another way.
We watched a group of birds fly into traffic and one little bird got hit by a car.
I turned around straight away because I wanted to try and get him off the road before he got hit again and hopefully help him somehow.
But when we turned back around, there were about five or six little birds gathered around him.
They went onto the road together and lifted him off the road. Watching that little family trying to carry their little mate to safety was honestly one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen.
Don’t tell me animals don’t feel love, grief, loyalty, or kindness. Because today I watched it with my own eyes.
The Lady in the Back Row 