Raw, unstretched and still needing whiskers.
Bellissimo is here with his trophy pigeon legs, to often that is all I find left of a pigeon except a puff of feathers. Beanz has her broken eye and her sunshine colours and demeanour. I may stretch them but I don't know, for now they are stuck to the wall with tape and Freya is making moves on the Bellissimo one for her room.



A bit of home this morning Beanz purring in the warm morning sun, with a larger than life shadow.