Some days I walk up two at a time. Exercise. Coming Down always one at a time – easier to take a spill coming down. Not a agile as I once was.
Coming down I often up I meet up with a dog walker. If we know each other the doggo is released for a chat. I speak fluent dog. Also a good way to meet neighbour’s.
On ‘one step at a time’ days it is usually for a good walk around the block. Or even downtown. But less so these days, lugging shopping uphill best left for the young ones. Who don’t walk but drive cars.
On solitary days the magic is in the birdsong about me. Particularly now in Spring. Loud, assertive they do get to know me. Stay perched she were they are and watch.
Rewarded now and then by a Kingfisher.
There is one goldfish missing from our pond.
Sparrows
In city life, or country he’s quite a common bird
The male quite distinct, a black bib on his chest
And if not seen, they always can be heard
Bread maybe, though wild bird seed is the best
Just now he’s got a straw, I guess to build a nest.
Erratic flight, he’s nothing like an arrow
That aside, endearing, our common garden sparrow
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