There was an injured seagull wandering around our road earlier, unable to fly, clearly very distressed. I called my friend Ally who works for the RSPCA and we took it to a vet. Just heard that it had to be put down I suppose I was expecting it but still I had vaguely hoped that it might survive and a sanctuary could take it.
Weird really. I never want to cry over my chicken sandwiches.
I heard a bird cry, sharp and free. My name is Jordan.