Mustrum came in through the study window this evening with a blackbird in his jaws. It was, sadly, deceased.
It’s very unusual for him to catch anything, or at least to bring it home – he’s quite indolent, really. Although he has been a little bit out of sorts for a week or so, to the point where we were discussing a visit to Vim the Vet, just in case, so perhaps he is proving that he’s actually fine.
I do hope it’s not the Mr Blackbird from the Mr and Mrs Blackbird who have been around the front gardens for literally years, building their nest in one of next door’s shrubs. They seem to be a devoted couple, so that would be very sad./
|Originally published at the Tribe.|