Tim Dowling: who is the secret admirer leaving gifts for the dog?
Soft toys and furry things keep appearing in the garden. I wouldn’t rule out the fox at this pointAfter weeks without rain, the garden has turned a uniform beige. Whole shrubs have perished in the unrelenting heat, their crisp brown leaves disintegrating in the breeze. In the middle of the scorched lawn lies the prone body of a large dead bird.On closer inspection, it appears to be a stuffed toy fashioned into the form of a limp duck carcass. When I open…
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