...And so a little unsettled I left the chittering byrd behind.
It scuttled away.
I heard the voice of Aidan
Saying
"the Byrd appeared to be friendly"
I wasn't so sure.
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Insects droned.
A dragonfly clattered past and
I followed through purple heather.
Downhill
Weaving through reeds and rushes.
Soft underfoot.
I came upon a wide and stately river.
Slow.
On the far bank
dazzling white
stood a Byrd of a very different feather...
It was preening but as I approached
it froze,
fixed me with a cautious eye.
