The garden was quiet in the morning. The bees came first, and then the birds.
A bee does not stop for long: it visits a flower, takes what it needs, and
moves on to the next flower. The birds were louder. They argued over the
feeder, and the smallest bird always seemed to win. By noon the garden was
warm, the bees were busy, and the birds had gone quiet in the shade. In the
evening the garden belonged to the moths.
