BIRTH OF SPRINGI'm awoken by the Mrs. A bird has fallen down the chimney. Thankfully the fire guard is in the way preventing it flying around the room spreading ash. It’s a rook but covered in black soot making it more camouflaged than normal.I move the guard and quickly put my hands in. The watered down blue in its eye. Circling the pupil. This colour will stay with me for ever. He or she is a...