Feathered friend

I really like watching all the birds in Gran's garden hopping and flying about, chasing each other and searching for things to eat. Quite often they leave feathers behind ... perhaps if I wear some they'll let me join the fun!


"We’re the best dressed here.
Forget the scruffy starlings
dishevelled thrushes
the gaudy tits and finches –
they’re all a waste of space.

We’re the real class act:
never a feather out of place
our blacks perfectly matched.
Like gangsters, ministers,
we demand respect.

Our quills drink in the light
like ink."

(Dilys Rose - Murder of crows)