Pigeons, scar update and waiting.

Ever considered the life of pigeons? Due to Jack's love of animals we recently installed a bird feeding station in the back garden. This was intended to encourage a variety of species of our feathered friends for both the education and cheap entertainment of our young son. What we got was a fat pigeon and a slightly less fat pigeon.

Over the last week Jack and I have witness a sinister culture of bullying, intimidation and violence. Starlings, finches and black birds are living in fear of the two 'flying rats' and are unable to access our generous offering. Indeed some smaller pigeons are also victim to these attacks. I'm not sure whether these birds are female and this is a case of domestic violence or not, but look at this evidence:



Of course it's just possible a cat had it and I've got too much time on my hands. It has been a slow week.

In brain tumor related news I'll be going for my mask fitting and CT scan on Thursday. My radiotherapy should start a few weeks later. Will let you know how it goes. And for those of you sick freaks who want to know how my scar's looking:



Just like Harry Potter.

J.