Look what mother dug up.

The mystery began last night, when Mrs Billett the younger said something had been digging in the flower tub.  I noticed it too, but cold and dark so not inclined to investigate. This morning all we could see were white feathers poking up from the soil, like someone had planted a dove hoping for peace to blossom forth.  Mother has a more inquiring mind, and dug up a gull, which it seems most likely a fox had secreted there to enjoy later.  The fox will be disappointed, but the gull looked a good deal sorrier than the fox will.