The Birds

It's been a long, grey day. Even a trip to Oban, through the smir and the damp, provided no useful blips. I thought it too cruel to snap the unfortunate tourists.

I returned home to find the birds all huddled atop the old prison. This is not a sight that brings comfort. Thanks to Mr Hitchcock, I find such gatherings edgy. Birds should be prevented from gathering in groups of more than three.

Time to get indoors, lock the doors, shut the windows and seal the chimney. Alright, I'll admit that the last bit was a tad excessive. I blame the weather.