The Birds Eye of the Beholder

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Volumnia Spittlecock* Spitcockle was, both, charmed and delighted to see a Blackbird standing still on the gravel by the flint-skinned church. She stood chirruping in the direction of the small bird, entranced by it's feathery otherness. 

Oh little bird sing a song for me. Do you lie still with a broken wing, or are you frozen with fear perhaps? With what wonder and careful tread did Volumnia approach the inert form...

Yes, so it proved to be a piece of ragged weed control fabric - but in those fleeting moments it had been animated in the Spittlecock Spitcockle mind, and was, in that sense, truly alive. Volumnia laughed at the absurdity of the misunderstanding, and so did other Members. The eye of the beholder may not always be completely reliable, but the moments can still be made beautiful. It's all about how you choose to see your situations. 

Huzzah!

* Disclaimer: please note, in the original post the author mis-spelt Volumnia's name (errata). Following correspondence from Ms. Spittlecock's Spitcockle's lawyers, and urgent - nay, frenzied! - action from the Society's Contribution Secretary, we have made every effort to correct the original error. We extend our sincere and profuse apologies to Ms. Spittlecock Spitcockle. We trust that our efforts will ameliorate the situation and persuade Ms. Spittlecock Spitcockle to cease the legal action.