Away with the birds Away with the birds, right here, sat at my kitchen table. Through the open window a world enters my soul. I have wings, welcome chirpy guests, happy to share their stories for a meal, a habitat, a room for a night, a season. My tiny garden, nondescript shrubs, a couple of trees, nothing short of paradise. This unpruned mess of mismatched colours, my guests consider it Boho chic, an invitation. I appreciate the company, close my eyes, listen to this playlist of possibilities. I flap, I clap, I flutter. Away with the birds. Always.