For the second time in just over a week, one or the other has shredded a pigeon on our front lawn. Most has been eaten, but there’s a huge, horrible mess to clean up, inc. bloody bits with bluebottles already getting stuck in. And so many feathers - I used the leaf vacuum last time.
Dh is clearing this lot up, thank goodness - he was away last week.
The fact that it mostly seems to have been eaten makes me think Brer Fox is the guilty party, but we do have a couple of neighbourhood cats.
What is our role as older people?
Good Morning Wednesday 12th August 2026


