beckity

  Marek walks through the door and asks if I was ready. "Are we running?" I ask, taking a breathe, thinking about whether I wanted to run or not. "What about the bikes?" he suggests "We can test out that puncture I repaired." A much better idea! The sun was shining, the lunch break had only just started, we could head to the fields just beyond the cemetery and get a good hour's exercise in. *** As we cycled out of the trees into the fields, I took it all in and felt my body relax and smile. It's just so astounding, ten minutes from home in what feels like the middle of a capital city, and we're surrounded by corn.  "It's no good" I said. "I have to take a photo." I tend to take a picture at every available opportunity and in my never-ending attempts to be more present and appreciate the moment I've been trying to limit the number of photos I take. Not at all successfully. Just after I put my phone back, a wasp buzzed

We were standing in the kitchen chatting, when a screech like I'd never heard before came in through the open window.  'What's that?' I wondered out loud, a sinking feeling reaching me before the realisation hit me just as Olha named it 'the rabbits?' The shrieking continued as I ran down the stairs and out into the garden, my feet moving beneath me without me telling them what to do.  As I arrived at the rabbit enclosure I looked over to see a red fox, inside the rabbit house. A voice I didn't recognise left my throat and shouted 'Oh My God!' The fox, which had had its jaws around Mocha's neck, let him go, and Mocha shot up the stairs into the upstairs, joining his brother Benek in the relative safety of the first floor. I reached in and shut the door at the top of ladder, keeping them inside before turning my attention to their attacker. The fox, disoriented, wasn't finding the door to get out so I stepped backwards and closed my mouth, whi