1. The blackbird flits around the tree then settles in a sunny spot and stretches out its wings.
2. Tilda is possessive about the shrew until I throw her a treat.
3. I place a chew bone near Lily’s chest – to make sure she knows she has it, rather than one of the cats – and realise it looks like a bow tie. A bone tie.
3b. We take Lily for a swim in the canal. The bank is broken on our side so she can safely run in and out of the shallows, and grasses and plants grow into the water, making it feel more natural and lovely then canals usually are. I find a swan’s feather: its shaft is hard, broad and transparent, with a curl of squashed barbs at the end.
3c. Her head tilts to the side when she realises where her Bonio is this evening.
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