The robin’s nest was knocked down in the storm. We did what we could but it was too late, they didn’t make it through the night. Nature is a wild beast, I know this, but it still hurts when little things don’t get a chance.
"But I don’t want them to be dead," says the small quivering voice.
"I know sweetie, but their time on this Earth as little birdies is over."
(How else do you explain?)
We will have a proper funeral in our garden, and pout that life just isn’t fair sometimes.
By Lora Zombie
I slept in by accident and then spilled my tea all over myself but I don’t even care because this week has been really something and I am trying to play catch up and tell you all about it but my hands have been too busy.
So here is an out-take that I kinda like, which feels rushed and half-finished and that seems incredibly appropriate.