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Lila wanted the courtyard finished before the landlord's noon walk . He had called the hedges wild , and he noticed what he could see from the gate . She started there , with the shears , and the front came away in clean handfuls . Sparrows flew up , complained , and landed on the bins . The line looked straight . She was not late yet , and she meant to keep it that way . The far corner was darker , pressed against the back wall . She reached in . A blackbird burst out of the leaves , so close that a wing brushed her wrist , and sat on the wall scolding . Low in the crossed branches sat a small cup of dry grass . Her arm was still raised . The next cut would have taken the top off that cup . Mrs . Shah opened her window on the ground floor . " That bird has been carrying grass there all week . Leave it , if you can leave any of it . " Lila wanted to say that she could not . The landlord liked a long hedge even less than he liked an argument . From the gate he would see the front , the path , and the near side . The far corner sat in the shadow of the wall . He might not walk that far . He might . She cut only what the gate could see . The cuttings smelled green and sharp . The bag handles bit her fingers . A handful , then the bag , then another , until that side looked planned . She stepped away from the cup and kept her hands off the branches over it . The blackbird did not settle . It scolded from the wall the whole time she tied the bag shut . She put the shears on the step and walked to the gate , because that was where he would stand . From there the courtyard looked finished . She did not go back to the nest . She already knew the part of the job she had chosen not to do .
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