1. Let’s start with a Saturday. I’m standing in the dim light of the covered carpark down by the quay in Exeter, trying to pay for parking with a non-existent signal and no change. I hear coins clinking behind me and I turn to share my predicament. A crow in a black top hat is shuffling through his money in readiness. Well, not a real live crow, but a young man dressed in a fluttery, feathery black top and tails, eyes painted black. The Morris dancers are in town, I think.
Eight encounters with birds (and their like)
Eight encounters with birds (and their like)
Eight encounters with birds (and their like)
1. Let’s start with a Saturday. I’m standing in the dim light of the covered carpark down by the quay in Exeter, trying to pay for parking with a non-existent signal and no change. I hear coins clinking behind me and I turn to share my predicament. A crow in a black top hat is shuffling through his money in readiness. Well, not a real live crow, but a young man dressed in a fluttery, feathery black top and tails, eyes painted black. The Morris dancers are in town, I think.