Lunchtime found me sitting with Djuna Barnes in the delightfully-named Bernie Spain Gardens, munching a mince pie while a flock of scavenging, filthy pigeons kept getting nearer and nearer in search of crumbs. Until one of the flying rats got hold of someone's discarded sandwich crust and began the ridiculous ritual daft birds have of waving the offending crust around in it's beak and throwing it at the floor. Until a tiny sparrow appeared as if from nowhere, snatched up the maltreated crust and immediately flew off to loftier heights. Leaving the stupid pigeon looking like he couldn't care less. Vive le sparrow.
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