Leimrats library

CHAPTER 3: coping. Night fell. ‘I didn’t think time would change here. I didn’t think a lot of things. As usual.’ I was sat on the doorstep of the convenience store, puffy eyed, crumbs around my mouth, spotting birds. ‘Surprising amount of robins. The streetlights aren’t that bright though. They shouldn’t be this active.’ *tyip*  A short beep that, in any normal city would sound like an alarm, stood out from the soft song of robins in the night. The robins calls went quiet. “ Hm?”  Squatted in the guttering of a building, I’d noted a robin, occasionally watching it do… …Pretty much nothing but chirp. Then I noted movement in the sky. ‘Scops owl!’    I could t help but smile a bit. Suddenly the robin let out loud alarm calls!  *Tseeee-!* Then silence, the vague outline of a small silent-flighted bird carried it off into the night. The other robins fled the plaza. ‘But… Scops owls don’t hunt robins… Not usually. Is it the lack of diversity? Not been many bugs or m...