Will this be the new form of holiday good wishes in these strange times? Kathrine PattrickWoodford Green, EssexOne of the joys of lockdown and retirement is watching garden birds through the window. This morning’s joy was a pair of goldfinches on the lawn; then one bird flew nearer, pecking our wild forget-me-nots. After a small struggle, it detached a stem and flew off, carrying its blue bouquet as if presenting flowers to loved one. Despite my late father, also Irish, volunteering for the RAF, she was not allowed to remain there and was sent back to Dublin under escort.

Source: The Guardian May 17, 2021 15:44 UTC