I found a little deserted bird’s nest in my garden, and it had many little scraps of embroidery thread wound through the twigs. I guessed what had happened – I had been stitching in the little courtyard garden at our old cottage and had a little box of left-over scraps of thread on the table. I went indoors to check on my son who was having his nap in his bedroom upstairs and when I came back to the table, all my thread scraps were all over the floor. Now we know that little birds will line their nests with scraps of threads, I make sure that I add them to the bird table in the spring.
This is probably the first treasure of many as I love the notion of The Thread Thief.