The brown seabird you saw waddling in the street the other day, or another very much like it, is now in the neighbour’s cement tile yard ringed by high wooden fences. Apparently still grounded though the only way in is from the air. Discounting the possibility that it wandered through the house and out the back door.
By the handbook it’s a young herring or common gull. Two mature gulls are patrolling the dusk sky and squawking encouragement from the flat roof of the neighbour’s kitchen extension. When Ugly Cat came creeping along the wall beside the wooden fence they dropped from nowhere like valkyries and drove it stumbling back into the shadows.
That’s parents for you.
the cardboard fort
a racing car