The doors of the out-house where I work are open all the time now (the goat-house is the building on the right),


and a small bird just flew in.

boid3hung around for a while,

liddle boidand flew away again.


I think she was looking for food.

A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
But a blue-tit or a snake
Wouldn’t bother William Blake.