An owl…I’d be craftier than in my previous life, Neville muses.
Or a handsome peacock, although I never was one for looks.
I could be a pigeon – not a homing one. Never had a proper home, except for when I lodged at HM’s pleasure.
A red robin’s tempting, but snow-covered feathers in winter don’t appeal.
‘This one fits the bill; harks back to my former profession.’
‘What’s your bird of choice, Neville?’
‘And your former profession was?’
‘Jewel thief…anything that glittered.’