(In King’s Cross my twin and I once gently freed a pigeon’s foot from the debris that was slowly crippling him (she bought a tiny pair of scissors in Boots) and his gratitude when his little foot was finally free - a darling little stretch of toes. Never seen something so lovely)
(In King’s Cross my twin and I once gently freed a pigeon’s foot from the debris that was slowly crippling him (she bought a tiny pair of scissors in Boots) and his gratitude when his little foot was finally free - a darling little stretch of toes. Never seen something so lovely)