Kerr Avonsen (she/her)It's rubbish night tonight, and my house is right next to a block of flats. Where my neighbours had put their bins, there was a congregation of half a dozen crows, cawing and flitting about. I couldn't see what they were after, because the bins I could see were the tall green-rubbish bins, and the only one which was partly open due to being over-full was full of branches, which would hardly be attractive to crows.
So I walked slowly up to them, and of course they all flew away, but I saw what they were after. Tucked behind the tall green-rubbish bins, where I had been unable to see it, was one of the shorter red-rubbish bins, and *it* was over-full too. And right at the very top of it, with a faint smell of meat (faint to a human nose, that is) was a full, squishy bag of wet pet food. I mean, the bag was also inside a plastic rubbish bag, but the plastic rubbish bag already had several rents torn in it. The pet food bag was much tougher, there were no holes in it... yet.
Seriously, what was that person *thinking*? They aren't even supposed to be putting food into the red bins any more, let alone stuffing the bin so full that the lid won't close properly, with pet food at the very *top*.
Rank stupidity.
I hope the crows get ALL the meat.
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