They Always Come In Threes
Trip Start Jan 30, 2011
262Trip End Nov 16, 2011
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Back in Mississauga I was promoted to dead-header in the Garden of Eden at Lorne Park, unfortunately that meant making decisions about which plants to cull and which to leave to face the axe next week; I felt like Alan Sugar. I think my skills lie more in the weeding part of gardening than culling, as I struggle to determine which plants are dead and which are just having a nap after the midday sun has laid its weary head for the night.
My decisions remained with plants today; there were no doomed caterpillars falling at the table or wounded squirrels in the bushes, but I did see a little sparrow staying too close to the ground rather than flying away at the first sign of human steps. As far as I know he’s fine, but it all seems a bit eerie after reading a book called 'Can You Hear The Nightbird Call?’ that refers to hearing said bird when death knells, at least it’s only for the small creatures, and if the sparrow makes three then I needn’t worry about anyone else or break a matchstick.
I later found out the little Sparrow had met its maker in the form of the pond; he must have been taking a drink and fallen in due to his poor balance, making it a clear three to wipe the slate clean and preserve the matchstick supplies.