Last week was a sad one. I'm not sure why several journeys' ends all converged into the one week in mid-October, but they did. And the heart gets bruised, saddened. Realises afresh life and breath and sunshine is a gift and shouldn't be taken for granted, but grieves at the same time. First, there was my baby bird. It was another round of baby mynah birds in the garden learning to fly - this time, two babies. I quickly figured out the signs - baby cheeps and parents hovering and calling urgently when we were nearby - and kept my Indi-Girl on the leash. But, one of the babies seemed to be staying on the ground too long. I put it onto low branches two or three times, but noticed its parents weren't feeding it as much as its sibling. The next morning, Indi found it - resting forever, at the bottom of the bushes where I'd perched it. Then, a couple of days later, at work, I saw two magpies physically pouncing onto a pigeon. After much shooing, g...