Kay Leitch
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I went out into my tiny garden on this cold and frosty New Year’s morning and held out some bird food to a wee robin perched on the trellis. It flew on to my fingers, sang a song and nodded at me for a while, then flew off again. Sorry, I just had to tell someone. That’s one reason I like living here in Bath. And why I like writing about magical things. Because they happen.
kay@pickandmixanthology.com
