Hi Everyone Back in the 1980s, my ex husband and I lived in a first-floor flat. We had a tiny veranda on which there was a rubbish chute. One day I went out to throw some rubbish away and to my horror, I put my hands on a huge, dead bird. Well, I screamed in shock and ran back inside. My husband came to see what the fuss was about. He went out and was just about to drop the huge bird down the chute when it flapped its wings and flew off. The poor creature must have been having a snooze. If I'd picked it up and it'd come back to life I think I'd have had a heart attack. Lyn from Manchester, England. Skype name starlightgold