I went out to the woodshed to fill the wood boxes this afternoon. Before I came back inside I stood outside in the woodshed and looked around the property. The birds were singing their hearts out and the leaves were falling quite thickly across the top of the woodshed and down in front of me.

I have just finished reading Lorna Byrne’s book Angels in my Hair and I said out loud, “I so want to see angels.”

Then I started to walk back into the house thinking about the birds and into my mind came the fantails that would come into the house throughout the summer especially after the first earthquake hit Canterbury; then before and just after the second one.  They were such a joy to us.  I thought ‘the fantails’ perhaps they were a sign of angels and that I hadn’t seen them around much lately. No sooner had I said it, than I heard one behind me. I stood at the outside of the lounge door with a wood box in my hand, as beautiful black fantail came and landed on the clothes line in front of me.  It stayed for a few seconds as I greeted it with joy. It danced and peeped and then flew off.  I have seen angels and didn't know it and I saw one today.  They come to us in all shapes and forms.  We just have to be willing to see beyond the every day, to appreciate them.