Today’s dream.

Something small and soft brushed against my legs as I was about to open the door. Two black eyes looked up into mine and a beak opened and then shut again.

Brown feathers  too. Even a hop.  Only 7am with  a quail in my bedroom-  intent on  following me to the bathroom.

Another eager look from my companion and then a nudge.

Come on. Come on-nnn. Another feathery nudge.

Are quails always  so bossy?

My answer: A throaty cry and the two twinkling black eyes were back on the door.

Behind me there was another sound.

Someone else was in the room.

Of course, the quail suggested to my morning mind. You haven’t met my colleague?  Well you’ve only just met me I suppose…

A gleaming black crow was staring down upon us from the top of the wardrobe. I wasn’t sure if their  expression was kindly or not so I opened the door , then closed it again immediately  as one of my dogs was standing guard on the landing.

My quail sighed. Birds can be so disappointed.

You’ll get eaten. You are a quail after all.

I know.

The eyes raised in the direction of the crow. A couple of slow nods. Communion I swear.

We’ll sort something out. You carry on.