Its in the little moments that a fascination with the world beyond our human concerns is sown. The little moments, that like a dolly zoom effect in a movie, grow in an instant into very big moments. There is so much life poured into those moments. They are vital, quickening. We only have to look.
Look, and see blackbirds posing grumpily on gate posts in the morning.
See a juvenile goldfinch, barely weeks old and filled with curiosity, visiting a bird bath for the first time.
See a juvenile robin, all unknowing bravado, settle down for a sunbathe.
See a chaffinch, still singing loudly about wanting a ginger beer on the summer solstice, barely feet above your head, unconcerned at or not noticing your presence.
And see a squirrel, stretching to pull up a dandelion leaf from beneath a pot to eat it….
…then take a drink…
…Then eat a lone ear of wheat that must have grown up from a stray seed that fell from a bird feeder in the deep winter, showing off its moulting of winter fur along its back…
…then reach for another and fall off.
Stray moments. Random moments. Full, rich, glorious moments. Happening every single day, just outside your window. Stop and look, the wild is right there.