…or so I always say, which makes me immune to dares and being called chicken.
“Well that’s quite grown up.” you may be thinking, but I’d counter that a real grown-up shouldn’t really be concerned about being dared or called chicken in the first place!
Notice that the drainpipe is only treacherous at ground level to catch out people. If a bird was flying past higher up and accidentally brushed the pipe it wouldn’t have it’s guts torn out.
What a bizarre concept, for a human being to design something which is patently anti-human! I wonder if any other species does that?
Maybe I’m wrong. Perhaps it was built by birds?
BTW, when these photos were taken the temperature had fallen to minus 8, although the wind had dropped which made it feel positively balmy… And made me feel slightly less barmy for moving here.