Grah's been bringing bread crumbs in his beak three days running, piling them on the doorstep. I've decided not to ask where he gets them.

• GrahPicked. Picked. Picked.
  VesnaLucky for me the bird keeps his beak shut. You're the only one on this border who does.
• StefanaThere's been talk all morning about a white bird stealing bread off the tavern windowsill. That's your bird, isn't it?
  VesnaHe's not my bird. I'm his.