Part of the Saturday ritual involves heating the eco-unfriendly front room, setting out the birdseed, and pondering the lectionary while I watch the flurry of wings.
Today, I thought I’d give them a treat: piles of pecans and chestnuts for Red, the peanuts and birdseed for the finches and blue-tits, and a few left over mince pies for Mrs Blackbird.
I poured my coffee, and went to the window to watch.
27 wood-pigeons. 27. It took them all of four minutes to clear the lot.
I know I preach on full inclusion, but every once in a while other views are tempting.