Author's Notes:
For mahmfic’s prompt ‘birds’

Summary: Ianto relaxes, listening to the birds singing.

Ianto lay flat on his back in the grass, listening to birdsong.

A skylark, so high above him it was almost invisible, trilled its sweet song while swifts swooped low across the meadow, shrilling their call and snatching up the insects buzzing around him.

In a copse a short distance away, he could hear crows and magpies squabbling, a dove cooing. Nearer to hand, in the hedgerow a few metres away, the ticking of a robin sounded surprisingly loud.

All was silent, except for the birds.

The aliens were long gone.

He hoped Jack would come and untie him soon.

The End