Gracia posted a link last week to an article about seagulls and the waves of sleep that pass through bird colonies. I find the concept enchanting and for those of you who missed the link, here it is again.
"As darkness falls and thoughts turn to slumber, waves of sleep wash over seagulls huddling against the elements. This is not poetry, but a discovery made by a scientist who has been studying sleep in bird colonies."
Oh, but it is! It is poetry.
I wonder if the same things come to pass in Guillemot colonies too. Parrotfish make cocoons. And queen ants dozily dream.
(You may recognise this particular guillemot of mine from the cover of Five proud birds. Thank-you for your interest in these recent zines. G and I are thrilled to post your orders near and far.)