Today a young Dove crashed into my window and died.
I don't normally believe in 'stuff' (even though I cross my fingers telling white lies and avoid stepping under ladders etc ) so maybe I am more superstitious than I care to admit.... but all day long, since hearing it collide and finding the little Dove I have had a feeling of foreboding.
I've talked to my mum who has tried to talk some sense into me that it is just a natural thing that sometimes happens, which I know .... but I just can't shake this horrible feeling.









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Quick witted guy.
Y'know I love you though Karen. 

