Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 15 June 2015
Just growing up
I turned on the computer this morning to find that 2 of the 3 Bath Peregrine Falcon chicks had already jumped the nest, leaving this one trying to pluck up the courage to follow. I really remember how it feels.
At barely sixteen, I had a place in art school, and the day before I was to actually leave home for good, I began to worry. All sorts of anxieties filled my little mind - I didn't have any friends in that town; The town itself was a whole 20 miles away from my nest; I had never done my own washing before; I didn't know how to fly...
Of course, once I fledged, it all came naturally and I was all but unaware of the real dangers involved in simply surviving in the big, wide world.