Saw two sad things this morning.
A little chick fell out of a tree on the walled part of the A2 just before the Blackheath turnoff.
It flapped on the way down but didn’t fly,
Really felt like pulling into the layby and going back, sticking it in my rucksack and calling the RSPCA when I got to work, but common sense kicked in.
And by the Oval cricket ground, a white and blue gixer mullered, rider sat down with old bill. It looked a sorry state.
