Seeds, seeds, seeds, all the types of seed; and nuts and bits of fruit, all for eating, all good for eating, ‘specially on this cold day, and here comes Bluetit to get his fill, and here’s another finch or two, Mr. Greenfinch, Sir Chaffinch, there goes Coaltit, we are all happy feeding, feeding.
But there. Bobbin Robin. That lost look in his eyes. He turns his back on the dark place.
The dark place.
With no seeds. Just a long slab of dark air.
And something in the darkness.
Bobbin Robin saw it. Now Bobbin Robin only eats from the floor like the Magpies. Keeps his back turned to the dark place.
Hello wagtail! Busy feeding, feeding? Seeds, seeds and bits of nuts, try the pine nuts; sweet this time of year, I’ll take some apple after the main course, peck peck, yum yum.
I’m Bullfinch, strong and proud and some call me brave; Bullfinch the Brave; Bull but not Bully, big proud chest, bright pinky-red plume that says; bold, noble, gallant…
There’s something in there.
Well! I’m full! Full of seeds, seeds, and nuts and bits of squishy fruit! And I feel strong! I can feel my bully Bullfinch blood pumping through my veins.
Hello Bobbin Robin. Come for some grub? Where have you lost yourself? In the dark place.
I’ll help you, Bobbin…
Deep breath. Flicker of my brave wings. Zip, nip, zoom and I land on wood.
The dark shifts, away, away. Six big round eyes, hard glass; what? long, thick stalks, leading to hulking demons, pointing at me! POINTING AT…
…CLICKITYCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK! Wolf claws on stone! A cat grinding its teeth!
One gets so close I taste the stench of heat rising through my beak; I am frozen! to the frost! My wings won’t work, my beak forced open, the cat will get me! the wolf will eat me!
Bullfinch the Brave! Fly you fool, fly!
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