Summary: Ianto relaxes, listening to the birds singing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
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.
TBC in 'A Bit Tied Up?'