Lucky Me.

Today I have had no inspirations for writing about fairies. No fairies have visited me and my garden is quiet with no one eating my ripe strawberries. On days like this I tell myself I should feel lucky that I have such friends as the fairies. On most days my garden is a playground for the fairies. I have built two swings for the fairies and a slide that is most popular, my old wheelbarrow with its two comfortable cushions invites the fairies to copy me and have a little sleep especially on warm sunny days. At other times the two cushions are used for pillow fights and all have great fun.

I must be in a sad mood today for I am missing my little friends. I think that It would be for the best If I went for a walk In the woods or fairyland, perhaps I will see some of my winged friends or even my friends the wild animals, one never knows what will turn up on a stroll through the enchanted woods of fairyland. The day Is warm and the grass Is soft underfoot, I am the type of man that walks quietly when In nature’s garden and today I am being rewarded for my silence, the first of the animals I saw was a mother deer with her baby. The jay told me that another animal was following the path that the deer were on. Jays are birds that always tell all of the inhabitants of the woods that some animal or human Is on their way, no matter how quiet one, is the jay will always tell all of nature that a disturbance is in sight. I used to dislike the jays until I realised that they were responsible for warning all of the animals when danger or the threat of danger is about.

I saw the old badger he was on his way looking for hit breakfast. I have often seen him here in the woods and know that he is a peaceful animal unless something upsets him then he too can be very dangerous. The woodpecker greeted me a sharp knocking of his very sharp pointed beak as he made yet another hole in the tree trunk. He is probably looking for grubs that hide under the bark of trees, in the early spring I heard him as he pecked a hole in the tree for his nest. His knocking soon faded as he flew off somewhere else to look for his food. I decided to follow the path that leads along the banks of the stream. It Is very quiet and one would think that nothing apart from myself existed the stream though Is alive with small fish, I see the quick little minnows darting here and there obviously on very Important business. Tadpoles too were swimming in the clear water of the stream some had nearly turned into small frogs.

The kingfisher with his bright blue feathers was the next thing that I saw. His movements were so quick that I had to look very hard to see him as he dived Into the water of the stream and flying up on to a twig he held a minnow In his beak, turning the fish around In his beak he swallowed the fish headfirst. Yes nature is sometimes cruel but all have to eat It Is like an ever-lasting circle, birth, eat or be eaten. Then death I have seen it all here in the quiet of the woods. Later I retraced my steps and went back home to my garden I have seen no fairies today. I cannot write about the playing of the fairies but I am really lucky I have the woods with its stream. The animals, the birds and all of the small creatures that one finds In streams, all of these I have seen, no I have seen no fairies but I am a very lucky man I have nature at the end of my garden that Is why I have entitled today's little story Lucky Me.