Joy and haplessness

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We’ve a family of twenty or so sparrows the branches of whose home-base protect our hedgehog hut. I’m enthralled by their antics most days and when I try to understand their drive and flight and play I come back almost always to one word – joy. Why else do they engage in choral twittering from dawn ’til dusk? Or flap their tiny wings to raise up a dust-bath for twenty in the heart of our kitchen garden? Yes: I’m captivated by their joy. And by hedgehog haplessness which perhaps amounts to the same thing, but appears ponderous. An earthenware water bowl is carefully seated in a flower bed near Hedgehog Hall. Every evening at dusk one or two shy souls partake of the tucker sprinkled close to the bowl, and then they drink, daintily tipping the bowl to aid their convenience. Clever little chaps. Why then do they always head home via the same route – up, into, through, spilling, up and over the other side of the bowl? Is this haplessness, or bathtime – or joy? Strange creatures, those humans, they’re all probably thinking. They heat their water, and then get into it, and wallow in it – indoors! What’s that all about then?

5 thoughts on “Joy and haplessness

  1. Unfettered joy – sometimes it seems as if it only appears in children and animals. And it is mesmerizing. To imagine the dialogues of birds-I do this often, and like you, they are either gossiping about each other or us! Xx

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  2. The natural world provides such potent (and joyful) reminders that the simplest things in life are oftentimes the most gratifying. My dogs teach me this important lesson anew each day…clean water, a good meal, a soft cushion on which to relax… Honestly, what more does one need? Xoxo

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