BIRD STRIKE

I'm not sure whether you can see this against the darker tree foliage, but when I came down this morning it appeared that a small bird had hit the office window. There was no lifeless corpse or dismembered remains on the flat ledge beneath, so I hope it got away with a slight headache and no more. It was about sparrow size, and now the window cleaner has been and all traces are gone.

I'm particularly remembering Beloved C today. It would have been his 69th birthday. I didn't get over to Durham as I usually do, but had coffee and cake with the Wild Girls instead.