While taking our nightly census of fern dragons and dinosaur ghosts last night we were surprised to come across a young wyrm sitting casually high up in the Great Fern Forrest.

We'd seen her and one of her elders before in the orchard, I just didn't realize they were so capable of three dimensional maneuvering. We take so much joy in discovering infant fern dragons tucked into the fronds here and there like miraculous little buds and monitoring them as they grow, and part of that happiness was in feeling they were safe at night when bedding down high above the nocturnal monsters lurking below.

Now we know some of those monsters are quite at home hunting the skyline, and our joy is edged with fear.

Oh, and Fenne Lily's new album has dropped! No fear marring the joy in that.