Colour tattoo of a cartoon bird with a red beak, blue-grey wings and orange feet on the forearm.

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Cartoon bird on the forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

A cartoon bird with a red-orange beak, a single outlined eye and a long blue-grey wing tipped with black is shown in profile, with orange feet on the ground. The linework is bold and dark, with flat fills and no shading. The tattoo sits on the forearm near the wrist, against a plain light background.

Forearm Bird Cartoon Wing Beak Feet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Scarrow Bay would have admitted to feeding the bird, least of all Mrs Oddie, who had lost two hats and a pie to him in one summer. Still, every morning at half six, Dennis Crowther unlocked the back gate of the chandlery and found the same long-legged brute waiting on the coping stone, one eye half shut, as if the tide had kept him waiting personally.

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The trouble had started with the wing. He had caught it in the rope of the lobster pots the winter before, and ever since he dragged it behind him like a bad idea, black at the tip where he had once tried to fly down the chimney of the Ship Inn. Dennis tried mending it with gaffer tape. The bird ate the tape. Then he ate the thermos lid and a corner of the hymn book Dennis used as a doorstop, and by Easter the two of them had an arrangement: one sausage roll for each verse Dennis could remember.

On the last Saturday in April the bird did not come. Dennis waited on the step with the pastry going cold in its paper, then walked down to the harbour and found him standing in the shallows, orange feet planted in the wet sand, glaring at the sea as though it owed him money. Dennis sat on an upturned crate and started reading out the verses. The bird listened with his head cocked, one eye fixed on the bag.

When the paper was empty, the bird turned, dragged his wing across the stones and walked off up the slipway without a backward look. Dennis got up to go home and found the bag left on the crate, folded neatly in half, with a single black feather tucked under its corner. He keeps it in the drawer beneath the till, and says it is the only receipt he has ever been given that was worth the money.