During her first walk of the day I'm told that Yuki discovered a bird and tried to eat it. A live bird. A little pigeon. When mum came home she told me about it and started looking for a box. I offered to go with her to get it, got dressed and found a suitable box. It was raining and we found the poor thing where they'd left it, huddled up in a tight little alcove under some weeds. At once I could see that it wasn't in great condition. It had a red mark on it's wing implying a cut ...
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