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Hello. This post is about Death & Birds.
London Birds are a special breed, entirely different in character to the ones that share our home in the countryside. I once stood in Borough Market, eating a sandwich, when a Starling came and perched, not a foot away and eye level with me, on some railings. He then gestured impatiently, pointing his beak from sandwich to me and back again. One needn’t be an animal whisperer to decipher the order that was being given, so I tore off some crust and handed it to him. He snatched it and stood there eating, chaotically. He didn’t even fly away, just looked at me occasionally as if to say, “You still here?”.