My contributions to #fridayflash have been irregular recently, due mainly to time constraints, but I found time this week. I won’t say too much about the inspiration for this one; suffice to say someone I know does this with dog hair. Comments, as always, greatly appreciated.
Good Enough for Sparrows
Half an hour into our first walk together across the fields she produced a plastic bag from her pocket and ran the length of a barbed wire fence plucking swirls of snagged sheep’s wool from its spikes. The animals looked on, bemusement quickly giving way to renewed ruminating.
‘For the birds,’ she said, as if that were explanation enough.
Later, after dusk, she crept into the garden and placed clumps of her foraged booty at regular intervals in the bushes.
‘They’ll take it for their nests,’ she said, and I began to understand.
Short on time after work, she took to forensically cleaning out the tumble drier’s filters. Depending on the load, the clumps outside turned blue or white, even pink on one occasion, having washed the red towels.
Shortly after, she took to ambushing me to pull lint from my sweaters and loitering at the bathroom door whilst I dried off, dustpan at the ready.
‘It’s a bit wiry,’ she said, ‘but sparrows aren’t too choosy.’
Finally, waking one night at three o’clock, I caught her surgically easing out the stuffing from my pillow by means of a well-placed incision.
‘Please don’t,’ I said, ‘this is my nest.’
‘Who ruffled your feathers?’ she muttered, attempting to reverse the procedure, which, we quickly discovered, is a bit like trying to put toothpaste back in its tube.
© flyingscribbler 2012