I saw a hawk, which had been sitting on our roof motionless for some time, swoop down into the long grass and then rise up – with nothing in its claws.
And having been told that the deer were doing their autumn bellowing beyond the field, I walked up the track yesterday evening and heard – nothing.
So I thought I’d try again tonight, and after a weary day, I trudged to the end and sat down to listen. Nothing. So I composed a blog post in my head about trying and frustration and the moral to be drawn from that.
Of course, as I got up to walk home, they started bellowing. Bother. Ruined my blog post.
And then I was shocked with myself: no simple joy and gratitude for what I had come to hear? So, new blog post, new moral: ‘Live first, blog later’.