little bird lost
Imagine you're a fledgling. No, better than that, imagine that you have left the nest all together. And now cast your little bird brain back, think about how nice and warm and safe the nest was: lined with the softest feathers and moss, being guarded by your parents and having yummy food constantly shoved down your throat. Imagine you go back. Perhaps it's a bit of a tight fit, perhaps a bit claustrophobic, I mean you've grown a bit since you were last in the nest, but it's nice, it's safe. Now, finally, imagine you're on your own once again after spending a few days in the nest. Doesn't the world seem even scarier, your little perch even colder, the cupboard even barer? It does for me.