The snow kept falling.
Chaffinches, sparrows, blue tits, rooks , crows and may more birds gathered round her. In their own way they tried to move her, but knew in their hearts it was impossible. Blackbird told every bird to sing loudly to wake the old lady up. But that did not work and she lay unconscious in the snow, slowly being covered by a blanket of snow
We must get her inside her home. We will have to go to our roosts soon yet we can’t leave her here.
For what seemed like hours but was in fact only ten minutes all the birds frantically flew around her and tried in vain to wake her. All the time the snow kept falling and the freezing wind blew around her.
The fence that ran round the garden had long ago fallen down so there was no barrier between the garden and the small wooded area. Out of the twilight and snow a shape seemed to appear.
‘Stand firm’ said dunnock ‘We cannot leave her’.
Robin said ‘We need to look after her’
Rook said he liked her because she does not shoot rooks so they must protect her. ‘A lot of people do shoot rooks you know’ he squawked
Blackbird said ‘What is that THING coming out of the wood.’
They instinctively formed a barrier between the old lady and the dog – for that is what is was – a large, fierce looking dog. Blackbird was very brave and flew towards the dog and tried to peck its head but somehow could not balance and land on this large dog.
Wise Old Owl said ‘It’s Bruno’
I’ve never seen him before – chirped all the birds
‘You won’t have’ said Wise Old Owl ‘ he died 3 years ago’
TO BE CONTINUED