Just a second we're not broken just bent

Nature is so beautiful, but at the same time is so cruel.

I came out the house this morning, not to the a-typical decapitated mouse, or a flurry of feather, but to this heart-breakingly sad, tiny, broken baby.

House martins have nested on our fascia for the third year, and for whatever reason, this little one didn't make the cut.

It broke my heart to see it's little body, so work took a second seat, and I gently picked him up, and gave him a little burial in a bed of pretty purple and yellow violets.

Sleep tight little baby.