“She glanced towards them, before continuing in a quiet, more pensive voice. 'These birds are very special. I live in the middle of a noisy, poisonous city, full of cars, predators and people. Yet these wild creatures turn up and remind me that all is not lost. Look at them. They're made of granite and moss and dead leaves. Nature in a totally unnatural place. Knowing they can survive and raise their offspring, even here, makes me want to protect them. They bring me hope.'
'Let me tell you something,' she said, fixing me with a steady gaze. 'It was that fella on the radio that woke me up to it. Got me to see what was there anyway. Once you look properly, you see wild things all around. But they need help sometimes. I'm doin' my bit for these two.”