robin chicks in the garden centre, amongst the plastic plants, and the warm stifling plastic smelling air that seems to have seeped from the inside, and even engulfs the plant area outside... protected only from any careless heartless or stupid person by a bit of flismy mesh fence (of the sort that caged our playgrouds and tennis courts in school). surely they'd be happier in some wild breezy place with crystalised sunshine. but, i loved crouching down to the pot's edge and looking at them, opening their mouths to me in hungry trust. yellow gapes disappearing, mottled feathers appearing, rich brown and soft, stretching out wings and stickly legs in an action startlingly similar to a lazy cat. wide circular shiny glossy black eyes. very deep for such a small fluffy thing. huddled like 5 parts of one.

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