He is a bird lover. Hates cats. Hates magpies too, even though they’re a type of bird, because they eat other birds, though hawks get a free pass because they’re majestic. Down with magpies, down with cats, down with nut-pilfering squirrels. Except the one he’s just killed. He’d give anything to bring back the small creature in his hands.
goatwriter, author of many a to-do list, has known for a long time that writing was one of the rocks in her jar but has only just turfed out enough sand to fit the thing in.