A week or so ago I heard Jackie shouting at one of the local cats. Basil was bothering a pigeon on the back garden. Basil made it very clear that he was waiting for us to look away, and he’d be back. Actually ‘bothering’ proved to be too mild a term – I found its feathers at the end of the garden a day later.
But how did Basil catch a pigeon? Yesterday I think I found the answer – an impression on the window of the loft room. It was tricky to photograph, see what you think. Pigeon is my guess. Flew straight into the window and fell, injured – and that’s when Basil appeared. So now the blame transfers from Basil to me.