Neighbour’s lad gets a grin out of pot shots at birdlife in my garden. Thinks I can’t see him between slats of broken fence. Dead birds litter my lawn. I’ve told his mam, Alice who says he thinks he’s in Jurassic World to kill dinosaurs. I wish he weren’t so wick and could see these dinosaurs don’t bite. I’ll fetch him round to bury his dead, and have a quiet word.