As many of you already know, I’ve published a few essays in my time as an author. My most recent essay, ‘How Pretending to be a Magical Animal Helped me feel Human’ featured in Laura Kate Dale’s Stories of Autistic Joy, and my very first featured in Gender Euphoria.
My essays primarily focus on my own experiences and the things that bring me joy. I often get swept up in up in the thrill of sharing my happiest moments with others.
Although I love wildlife, I’d never written a nature essay before. That changed last month with this wholesome and lyrical tale.
“I’ve listened to birdsong enough to know who’s singing
And watched a family of otters change and grow
But now there’s a mouse at my feet, and I don’t know what to do.”
In March I wrote There's a Mouse at my Feet! an essay/poem about how I came to look after a wood mouse called Twig. I found this this little one along our usual walking route in July last year. He was confused and scared, and clearly lost. So I herded him into a tote bag and took him home.
It turned out he couldn’t eat solid foods yet, so I had to hand feed him milk until he was weaned. And, the rest, as they say, is history.
This essay focuses on how being in tune with even the smallest creatures can lead us to empathise for our fellow humans too.
But mostly, I just wanted to show you all these cute pictures of Twig.
