This excellent prompt reminded me of an App I have called ‘Birds of Britain,’ which plays bird songs to help identify them in the field. There are others available and undoubtedly American versions. As a lot of us are restricted to our homes, I thought I might let you know there’s a lot of enjoyment to be had playing this app full blast in the garden and watching the birds it attracts. Springtime is obviously the best time, when territories are being fought over and mates sought. Some of them come quite close, especially the Chaffinches and Robins, who take very strongly against intruders to their territory. (They won’t actually fight your phone or I-pad but will shout at it.) It often brings into the open birds, which would be otherwise hard to spot. I hope you get lucky, if you try this.

Now for this week’s entry:

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

He checked the phone connection constantly now. It was madness but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else. He neither ate nor slept.
‘No news is good news,’ they say but no news mauls the nerves; No news twists and blackens the imagination. No news is Hell.
A small bird had taken to joining him at the window, filling the void with its honeyed song. He loved that bird. He loved its trust and sympathy.
But he didn’t want sweet cadences now, he craved the harsh, mechanical shrill of the phone.
A tear fell; ‘no news.’ She wasn’t coming home.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.