We are in deep disgrace.
First Rachel found a tiny black feather in the kitchen.
She said her heart sank. Humans are such dramatic creatures!
She investigated further.
Two more feathers in front of the sofa (and a lot of dog hair, we notice – she hasn’t hoovered for days. She says a) she’s ashamed, and b) she may get her eyes tested soon).
So she looked under the sofa….
….and lifted it up.
She removed our dead blackbird, and wrapped it up in paper. We think she is going to eat it later.
Then she took our pictures. For an Identity Parade, she says.
Tosca and Flossie are going to snitch, apparently.