Thrush

For the last two or three years Gordon has had a tame thrush, which would keep him company in the garden and he would feed with a few sprinkles of dried cat biscuits.  He did not know if it was male or female, but periodically it would turn up with a another, always much larger, which Gordon presumed was a baby.  Unfortunately, last weekend Thrush did not appear, and is "missing, presumed deceased".  So this post is in honour of Thrush.