in the magpie tree, all the magpies collected their most prized possessions. the tree was a small beech tree, nothing fancy, slightly past its best, rough around the edges, but it did the job. the individual collections were varied, but followed a general rule of thumb; small, shiny, important,...

to set the scene, me and my dog were walking our usual route on a thursday evening. arriving at a field, the standard game of fetch commences. heidi makes some fairly impressive catches, she’s got her eye on the ball. through my headphones i hear muffled shouts of ‘hello’ and ‘excuse me’...

the bin kids are feral.they seemingly don’t belong to anyone. the most logical explanation is that they oozed out the mud on the banks of the canal many years ago and have made their nests there out of sheer laziness, not wanting to walk too far to find somewhere more suitable. their diet consists...