It was a lot easier to stay behind the tree. They couldn’t see her there.
She liked nothing better than sitting on the seat, looking out over the fields, taking in the birds who lived there and just on the odd occasion a rabbit would hop across.
But she knew the danger of being seen. It had happened too often, and so now her ears were attuned to the sound of any approaching steps.
She’d stay behind the tree and watch, wait for them to move on, careful to make n sound.
If she was particularly spooked, she would hide up in the tree. She’d become very adept at shimmying up into the tree where amongst the thick foliage she could hide for long as was necessary.
This was her place, and she guarded it closely. If they found her and took her away, what would she have then?
There was always the bush, plenty of places to hide in there, but nothing moved her soul as did the tree and the open field. She felt as one here, and she wasn’t going to make it easy for anyone to take it from her.