Gentle Moments


This happened to me on the weekend. I've never had a bird land on me before, but it was a great experience. The little bird was so gentle and it honestly touched my heart by how it could trust something much bigger than itself. It was a truely spectacular moment that has stuck with me. It has forsure inspired me to try and connect with nature more in the future.

- Cody S

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