I thought it hard worked.No rations for Stool. Came back from Duns and found that his nighttime perch, our east facing bathroom window ledge, was empty.Hurrah-looked at the trees-empty. Wall-empty. Something pecked at my shoe. It was Stool. So pleased to see his mummy/daddy again. (ugh 2)
I doubt if he will leave unless in company with the Sparrowhawk or next door's cat.
There is always
the pie option
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