Found spare bread for him and Jonathan was grateful. He came for breakfast every day, always taking food home. I cooked extra sausages, a bit more bacon. He’d sit with me then go home, company in these dark times.
Kids have now flown the nest, and the plain bread once so tasty is drizzled with bacon fat, sausages sliced. He looks at me with beady eyes as I bring his lunch. Jon’s one fussy and very lucky seagull.