The bird about town
AS I was walking to work in the City on an early morning in November, a woodcock flew low and fast up Shoe Lane, smashing into the glass of a new office block and falling stunned, virtually at my feet. Sadly, it died as I examined it for injury, but it didn’t go to waste. As well as being a lawyer, I’m also an illustrator and amateur cook. I took the bird home and painted it (above), removing the pin feathers for future use as fine paintbrushes. The woodcock itself ended up as part of a three-bird roast for New Year’s dinner and very delicious it was, too.
The combination of all these circumstances must, I think, be unique? Would any of your readers hazard a guess what the bird was doing in London in the first place? Marcus Rutherford, London
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