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I swear we are related to the Durrells.

I swear we are related to the Durrells. Is it only us that constantly end up being ‘found’ by things? The latest find is Bramble Jack.

To cut a long story short, the cold and wet Tuesday last week was no exception. I had finally managed to stuff the car with kids and coats on our way out to an appointment (late) when I happened to glance up and noticed a grey ball laying in the stable yard. So, hand break on, jump out of the car- followed by the kids and their general detritus, and approached said grey ball. It looked up at me and didn’t move. So, like a whirlwind, I scooped it up and my entourage followed me back into the house to check it and assess it and feed it. ‘It’ being a juvenile feral pigeon.

It now lives in Anna’s room. They are in love. Bramble Jack takes residence on either Anna’s shoulder, Anna’s head or the branch that Anna has installed in her bedroom. He eats a lot. And poos a lot. He’s learning how to Snapchat through the process of Osmosis. He squeaks when hungry, is starting to learn to fly without crash landing, and thinks he’s Anna’s baby. So does Anna.

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