Never know why my mind goes to the places it does, obviously somehow grass slipped in there (not that other kind of grass). Some years ago I captured this photo of a flock of little Red-browed Finches. They enjoyed the grass.

The image is of a flock of Red-browed Finches, pecking on seed they are finding in the grass. The Red-browed Finch is most easily recognised by its bright red eyebrow, rump and beak, on an otherwise green and grey bird. Upperparts are olive green with grey underneath. Both sexes are similar in appearance. Often observed in small flocks, which feed on the grass. They will fly into dense undergrowth when disturbed by a passer-by. Red-browed Finches may also be called Red-browed Firetails. Text: Consider the Grass Think on the grass beneath you, oft or not do you consider it, bears our weight, yours and mine, seemingly without complaint, yet who amongst us speaks the language of grass its network spreads around the globe, being thwarted only by the waters, encroachment of human settlements, expanses of sandy deserts weaving itself together, it prevents the soil from wandering, provides nourishment for living creatures, a soft bed for the weary blanket of green, it is tenacious, vigorous, unrelenting, seeking to establish life in any crevice, claiming the abandoned, silent in its mission next when shoeless you feel the soft prickle under your feet consider the grass © Aj d’Wit - 14 August 2026