James and Ally girded themselves up for a snowy walk this morning but I decided that I would prefer a swim so took myself to Tollcross Baths. It really is an excellent facility, mainly because it is so spacious that it never seems overcrowded. As I swam up and down David Bowie's Life on Mars was playing on the radio.
When I got home the hall was full of feathers and Ruby was lying casually at the bottom of the stairs. I looked around suspiciously for the source and sure enough, there was a bird (a thrush I think) crouched in a corner - alive, I'm glad to say. I don't know why the cats hadn't finished it off. I opened the front for and managed to shoo it out, it fluttered off, but it had lost an awful lot of feathers - poor wee thing!
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