My return is announced by the crunch of gravel as I pull into the drive. I am late and I anticipate another row with Sandra, although in truth we would fight if I were back on time.
As I park something catches my eye though the gloom;`a white shape luminous in the moonlight. I strain my eyes to make it out, and then with recognition comes realisation.
A swan. Nailed to the door of my house. Its wings spread, but its neck broken and hanging limp over its chest.
And then I know that they are back. Oh God, Sandra…