Should I use AI bit more?

"I went sailing around the bay then i returned to do a bit of gardening before finding that a fox had dragged off the new wooden bird I’d hung in the holly tree."

OK, the above is what I typed into Microsoft's Copilot, now bundled with Word.
And this is what it generated..... lumme! 

A Day of Unexpected Adventures
From a Peaceful Bay to the Mischief in the Garden
The day began with a gentle breeze and the promise of tranquillity as I set sail around the bay. The water sparkled under the sun, its surface rippling like a tapestry woven from light and shadow. The rhythm of the waves against the hull of the boat offered a soothing cadence, complementing the cries of seabirds that danced along the horizon. Sailing amidst nature's splendour, I felt a profound connection to the elements—a moment of pure harmony, where time seemed to pause.
Upon returning to shore, invigorated by the crisp air and the salt-kissed wind, I turned my attention to the garden. The earthy scent of soil greeted me, enveloping me in its familiar embrace. It was a time of quiet labour, tending to the plants that stood as guardians of the green sanctuary. Each trowel of soil felt like a small promise to nurture life, and the colours of budding flowers seemed radiant against the backdrop of a clear sky.
But the peace of the day was soon disrupted by an unforeseen discovery. As I inspected the holly tree, I noticed the absence of the new wooden bird I had hung just the day before—a charming little sentinel meant to add character to the garden. The mystery deepened as I found scattered evidence of a mischievous visitor. A fox, with its cunning and curiosity, had likely dragged away my handcrafted adornment. This little thief had turned my carefully arranged scene into a fleeting tale of wilderness reclaiming its influence.
Though the loss of the wooden bird brought a twinge of disappointment, it also served as a reminder of nature's unpredictable charm. The fox had added its own story to the landscape I sought to shape—a story of audacity and light-hearted mischief. In the end, the day was not just about sailing or gardening but about embracing the delightful unpredictability woven into the fabric of life.