Image courtesy of Arvind Balaraman

A sparrow flew across an allotment. When it reached the mesh fence at the edge, instead of flying over, it aimed for a square hole, barely big enough for its body. With wings folded back, it wriggled and squirmed until it popped through. A flick of wings and it bobbed across the path and into the hedgerow.

Why take the easy route, when you can take your route.