listening to the singing fire
This morning Mummy told me that the fire could sing! We have a wood burner and it was roaring hot with orange flames.
I asked her why, because I was surprised that a fire could sing. Whoever heard of such a thing!?
Mummy said that a wood pigeon was sitting on the chimney warming his bottom and I laughed because I thought it was funny.
Later on, Mummy heard the pigeon, but as soon as I came in front of the fire it stopped singing. I stayed there quietly and at last I heard it, making its funny pigeon noise.
It sounds like it is sitting in the back of the fire calling, but I popped outside and checked, and I could see it sitting on top of the chimney. I guess it’s nice and warm up there!
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I think you must have a special friendship with wood pigeons, Verona. When you were about three years old you were playing in our garden while a wood pigeon called to us from a tree. “Grandma”, you asked, “what is that wood pigeon saying to me?”
If you listen carefully to your new bird friend with the comfy, warm bottom you may begin to understand her. Perhaps she is saying thank you for the lovely, welcoming fire that the humans have built.
To Grandma,
Thank you for my lovely comment. Maybe one day I will understand what he is singing. We haven’t had the fire on all the time for the past few days, but I have still heard the wood pigeon.
I hope I’m going to have a good Birthday and I’ll see you in a fortnight.
verona x