And the birds fled to the bush
Innes, Helen Mae
The valley is calm, quiet, waiting. Mrs Henderson thinks it's earthquake weather but she doesn't say anything, doesn't want to make a fuss. It's probably nothing. No one else notices it's quiet, too quiet, until everyone does at the same moment, like at a party when everything goes quiet and no one wants to be the first to speak.
All the birds are airborne, and the whole valley holds its breath.
In post-earthquake suburbia everyone is j...
