I am sitting in the garden and in a flash I see something bump into the window of my study. It was this little messenger. He descended like a tipsy helicopter and fell in front of the sliding door. His breast rose and fell quickly, his beady eyes looked at me for a moment.
I took him to a cat-free zone, the roof terrace and laid him on a soft pillow with the hope that this young treecreeper will give many more beautiful flute concerts.
As a power animal from 'The Native Circle' he brought me this message: have faith, but don't just blindly trust everyone." Thank you sweet little songbird.
After a few hours I went to look. The pillow was empty, the bird gone, message delivered.