Went to the circus club (thingy) at Spittlefield Market tonight with Edd, to get some unicycling practice in. Funny how much easier it is to keep practicing when there's other people around doing similar things.

I was sitting around catching my breath when I saw something plummet from the ceiling, followed by a moist thud. It turned out it was a baby bird, obviously fallen out of it's nest a good 10 metres overhead, and survived. I think it was probably quite injured, although it's neck and head seemed fine. Someone wrapped it in a juggling scarf to keep it warm and we left it in a corner to die a peaceful death.