Thunderbirds are go
Or hell has no fury like a blackbird scorned
Yesterday evening I went out to see why the blackbirds were making such a fuss. There was a young bird trapped in a corner. The cat had gone when I arrived, but of course he was afraid of me too. Olivier came to see the bird and then we withdrew to a discrete distance while an adult flew down and encouraged him to fly off. It’s nice to be of service.