Sunlight glittered on wet leaves for the first morning in days, and she went unseen in the garden forest until she decided to move. Grey in the soaked green and brown vegetation she hopped onto the grey driveway and followed it up the slope.
She stood at the boundary of our property and the neighbours, on alert, but confident of her position. A human voice in the distance caused her to twitch her head ensuring her safety before she hopped forward and disappeared behind the hedge of trees towards the open bushland.
The gift of living in the country, living with nature.