Now that's what I call a dead....pigeon

We had to travel back across to Fife today to visit family - luckily it's a very scenic drive. Had to miss out on the football even though we went past Dunfermline, but we listened to the score updates on the radio. It sounded quite exciting - but still top of the league, phew.

D spotted this sad little arrangement of feathers in the car park at home.

It reminds me of something Steve mentioned last night, when a lot of reminiscing was going on about times past. He said that when he was at primary school in Edinburgh at some point he was in the same class as two Beavers, a Cow and a Pigeon.