Sometimes I hate my smartphone and other times I love it. A bit like social media, I guess. Today I am grateful to my phone for allowing me to relive something I used to enjoy most days in the winter. This memory, from exactly a year ago, is a video of a huge flock of brent geese flying over my house on their way to spend the day in the field behind my back garden.
If you have never experienced a huge flock of brent geese doing a low fly-past, you have missed one of nature's most breath-taking spectacles.
They are elegant and graceful as they fly, usually in a loose V formation. We are told geese honk but that is a poor description for a sound more like a loud chatter as they prepare to land. As they swoop lower, they gracefully dip their wings in unison and land in formation, never crashing into each other, and begin their day resting and feeding.
I cannot adequately describe how these geese, my neighbours from November until March, added large dollops of joy to my day. They were an exuberantly happy aspect of life in the suburbs.
But now they are a memory. Their field, which is also a playing pitch for Clonkeen College, has apparently been sold for development, so the grass hasn't been cut and a fence has been erected on the site.
My friends the geese apparently need short grass and any new structure such as the fence will unnerve them so, although we had a few visitors this winter, they have largely stayed away. The skies are quiet. I miss them every day, as do my neighbours.
Last weekend, I drove to Ballybunion in north Co Kerry, a three-hour journey from Dublin. The drive reminded me of an article I read recently about studies that have shown the number of splattered insects on car windscreens during summer has plummeted in recent years - by as much as 80pc.
This might make driving easier but it is a thoroughly depressing fact. If insects are in decline, then so too will be the wildlife that depends on them for survival.
Back home in south Co Dublin, my local area is littered with cranes and new development sites - apartments by the thousands and some three-storey houses with tiny patio gardens. In Dublin we are now even building in parks - St Anne's in Raheny - and on school playing pitches such as at Clonkeen College.
And remember when your brain defaults to the cry "but we have a housing crisis" that this development is driven by profit.
Investment funds bought 95pc of the apartments built here last year. And you wonder why your kids still can't afford to buy a home? I would certainly like to feel my kids might be able to buy a home, and preferably a house with a garden, because we are a family of animal lovers and renting and pets don't usually go together.
More than that, I want my grandchildren to know what a garden sounds like in summer, buzzing with bees and humming with birdsong. I want them to be able to investigate the world of creepy-crawlies that live under boulders and know the joy of having a ladybird land on their hand.
I want them to be able to watch birds nest-building in springtime and know the joy of welcoming returning swallows in summer. I want them to be able to plant flowers and maybe vegetables. I want them to be able to feel the turning of the wheel of the year in the garden. Could I be the last of my family to experience the pure joy of seeing a flock of brent geese flying over the suburbs in a raggedy V formation, knowing they have made a huge journey from the high Arctic in Canada to be here?
I want my grandchildren to know what those geese sound like as they chatter to each other on a cold winter's day.