…apartment is surely big enough for one tiny little dearly departed birdie? Surely. Poor little mite shouldn’t stay out in the road like that. I can rescue its little head over lunch hour, if it hasn’t become something’s lunch or suffered the same flattened fate as the rest of the remains by then.
Del is developing a bones problem.
Yup, little buddy was still out there, next to the rail bridge arches. Not much foot traffic over there, nor much clue as to what those tiny black lumps are for those who don’t bother to see anyway. Might as well have scooped up a small rock or broken piece of tarmac.
Left a few coins under one of the arches as a sort of crossroads offering before I checked the road, rescued the starling, and headed back to work under another arch - where I passed a wall painting I hadn’t seen before, depicting a druid with what looks like a starling on his shoulder. It could be raven-sized, but then why would there be white speckles deliberately used on the wings & body?
Guess Bermondsey’s okay with me taking this one home, then. They’ll ride in my fleece-lined pocket, where they’ll be safe from damage & cozy warm.