Thinking of lowering anchor in Johannesburg. The disused Catholic Club is just about the right size. It’s not as ornate as I’d have liked, but it fits my proportions and my needs. In a quiet pocket of town, it sits, a great and empty block until I came along. Each day, I clean the muck from the windows with my bill. I’ll have this building restored to a little of its former glory in no time at all. I’ve the second floor shutters still to repair, and the goods lift no longer works, but it is for the next little spell a place I can freely hang my perch and settle down to my tasks. The building’s positioning also means I can hide around corners and then spring out, catching people unawares. Few in town have ever, it transpires, seen a giant Grey Parrot (Psittacus erihacus) spring.
Yours laying foundations,
(Postcard collage title: Shadowing your every step through Johannesburg's streets wide.)