Pencil-style sketch of a tattoo design showing an ornate birdcage, a small bird and flowers, drawn on paper with no body placement shown.

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Birdcage, bird and flowers design

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A drawn tattoo design on paper showing an ornate birdcage with a small bird perched on top and a loose cluster of flowers with leaves. Chains hang from the cage and the bird, and the flowers are outlined with fine, soft shading. The design is in black and grey pencil or ink, centred on a pale sheet with the bird at the upper right and the flowers spreading down the lower half.

Botanical Birdcage Bird Flower Leaves Chain Sketch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pell had been bent over the same hinge for three days when the bird came in through the open shutter and refused to leave. It was a small grey thing with a rust-coloured breast, and it settled on the brass rail of the workbench as if it had paid for the room. Mrs Osgood, who kept the ironmonger's on Quay Steps, said it had been coming since the spring gales, and that nobody in Saltcombe had ever managed to shift it.

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Pell's father had made cages for the fishing wives and the chandlers' children, filigree things with a little door that closed with a click like a held breath. The old man had taught him that a cage was a kindness if the bird was tame, and a lie if it was not. Pell had never asked which kind his father thought the cages were. He was asking now, of the bird, which seemed to listen with its head on one side.

He spent the week on the last scroll, a heart cut into the side panel, and wound a fine chain through the hook at the top so the cage could hang from the window frame among the pale roses Mrs Osgood had pinned up to dry. On the Friday he finished it and stood back. He left the door open. The bird studied the gap for a long time, then studied Pell, then went out over the harbour wall in one short bright line.

The cage stayed where it was. Pell kept the chain polished for years after, and when the boats came in on grey mornings he would see the links swinging against the glass, catching the light like something that had only just let go.