'How can ye chant, ye little birds
And I sae fu' o' care!'
In the run-up to Halloween, we present some more or less unsettling images of life in the capital.
We begin with fear and feathers, and three unchancy burds portending either no good or nothing at all depending on your disposition.
A crow. A magpie. And a pigeon.
Dark memories
The portent.
Never underestimate the familiar.
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