There's a stunning full moon rising above the houses across the street, the sun is almost set.
On the lawn there's a 1 legged magpie. He's been there, or thereabouts, since I moved in, over 3 months. At first the injury looked fresh, an accident, precariously balancing on one foot, flapping his wings to keep his balance. But the injury probably isn't fresh, certainly not any more, it's just the way he is, hopping across the lawn, digging through the leaves and grass looking for worms. I almost feel sorry for him, but he seems to be doing well, there are other magpies in the neighborhood, the 2 legged kind, they hang out, look out for him, certainly they're not shunning him as other species of birds might do, or pecking him to death, he appears to otherwise be in good health.
Which reminds me, I should get some bird seed & make suet to hang from the weeping birch on the lawn.