The leaves and branches of hedgerow embrace a small bird that stands within its protective blanket.
Early Morning
Hidden From The Outside World
My Lifetime
Sheltered
Warm and Comforting
. . .
I love this place with leaf and twig. Soft upon my landing, yet firm as bed to rest, dry when storm is overhead, warm from winter wind. I feel as safe as when my mother danced her flight and love in summertime, with endless song and happy sky.