Railway Land

I pass these regularly. Funny thing is the same containers seem to be stacked and stored here. They never move.

After I got home to a forensic story in my lounge and dining room. Feathers stretched from the cat door to dining room table, a lone wing with sad claw,

the rest of the bird eaten, but it didn't agree - quickly it would seem, that and breakfast deposited beside the wing.

Hmmmm.

The little Fur Child trotted downstairs, looked at the mess with a "eewww, what happened here?!" and looked at me with a "Yucky, you better clean that up" look on his face.

Thankfully it only happens rarely.