He took a couple of blank sheets from the
pile and tore them into smaller pieces. Slowly and quietly he opened the door
to his garden so as to cause minimum disturbance and took a couple of steps out
onto the path. He glanced into the sky before throwing the confetti like paper
onto the lawn.
He retraced his steps and pushed the door
shut much as a burglar would he thought. Once inside he went up to the back
bedroom, sat in the chair overlooking the garden and positioned himself for the
wait.
Nervously he tested his camera which was
fixed on its the tripod for a last time giving a final focus on the area
covered with the white pieces of paper.
It seemed like an hour but was more like
ten minutes when the first flew into his sight and perched. It was clearly
nervous, testing the location and situation. Once it found confidence it flew
down. A single letter perched on the paper. Within moments a few more joined it
on the lawn. Now there were words.
He glanced to the sky to see more coming to
join. He checked his book but he was quite sure. These were keybirds and eighteen
were in his garden. He started to take photographs his concentration so great
on focusing that he missed what they had written and would only see it later on
his screen.
A sudden noise from next door and the keybirds
took flight leaving a scattering of paper on the grass. He cursed quietly under
his breath. They would not be back today.
Moments later with a steaming cup of tea
next to his mouse he stared at the final image and read what they had said –
‘feed us your thoughts.’
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