I’ve just buried a bird.  It’s the first day of my bleed and I’m in a lot of physical pain and I’ve buried a bird.  I didn’t stop to take any photos. And I’m not even sure what kind of bird it was. The whole thing was over pretty quickly, a lot more quickly than I’d imagined, really. Just moments after journaling to myself that I would start taking responsibility for whatever needs doing, as it needs to be done, instead of putting it off until some other (never) later time when it’s usually too late. I looked over at what I had thought was some leaf litter or debris in the garden and I realised that it was a bird.