When I went into the park I saw that Diva was busily collecting, or attempting to collect, a beak-load of feathers.
Divo ran over to me and so I dropped the required food. As soon as Diva realised what was on offer, she spat out the feathers and hopped over to partake.
But the feathers were gone the next day so presumably she has managed to add some duvet-lining to her nest. Wherever it is.
I think I am going to tear up a pillow in my garden and put the feathers out for the birdies.
Anyway, I am writing in my own duvet as it's the only place Wuji likes me to be. It has a soporific effect on me. I did actually do a good hour or so's work up here but now that I have sent off that script, the idea of writing any more seems too much like hard work.
BUT maybe I can recount some things I'd like to write about:
the ethics of badger culls
why there's no view from nowhere
Liv Baker's horse project
rights for crows
Oh yes, and talking of which....
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