Storm Brewing

I didn't wear snow pants to work, but I took a hot water bottle and wore five layers. They finally got the heating to work.

However, on my way out I spied an apparently injured pigeon with two predatory magpies nearby. I stood to protect it but while I was standing there wondering what to do, it started spurting blood from the mouth, writhing and collapsing and was clearly in the throes of dying. Thankfully, it was quick, but I was still left stunned and stood there a while longer in that bewildered way that attracts other people. We concluded the cause had not been aggressive magpies, but a poisoned drain from which the bird had been drinking. The drain is below the Industrial Technology and Art rooms. The bluish, chemical smelling water suggested someone had poured something down the sink that should have been disposed of elsewhere. Poor bird. 

It's only Tuesday but it feels like Thursday to me. Plod on.