Of cannons and turtle doves
Mar 16, 2020
3 minutes
It’s five o’clock in the morning – the day is yet a distant promise – and I wake up with murder on my mind.
I need a slingshot. No, a gun. And it doesn’t have to be a small one either. A cannon will do just fine. Anything with a bang loud enough to blast an annoying bird to kingdom come.
The male turtle doves in my tree-lined neighbourhood wake up at
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