We sometimes get wrens in our tiny suburban garden. Goldfinches are probably our commonest birds, they go for the sunflower seeds in the bird feeders. I've given up buying anything else; peanuts, niger seeds, they just turns their beaks up and I wind up binning them. We tend to get a wider variety when the weather is harsh. One year we had a fieldfare on some apples and lesser redpoll on the feeders. There's a small flock of rose ringed parakeets. They roost in our tree but I've only seen them on the feeder occasionally. There's a flock of house sparrows but they mostly stay in a beech hedge across the road. No peregrines yet but we saw a red kite high up over the garden and sparrowhawks definitely hunt in the area. We've seen drifts of feathers on the lawn and watched them with a kill or just perching a few times. One caught a pigeon once at the end of our drive. My favourites are the long tailed tits and the goldcrests.
I found out yesterday that William Burroughs shot and killed his 'wife', Joan Vollmer, arsing around with a gun when they were living in Mexico. He skipped the country but even so was only sentenced to two years and, as far as I know, never spent a day behind bars. His bros closed ranks for him, claiming the gun had accidentally discharged.
I also learned about the incredible courage of a woman Lilias Adie. She was charged with witchcraft, in Fife. Despite being questioned for a month she only named people who were already charged. She did not denounce anyone who wasn't already doomed. I can't imagine what that poor woman went through. She died before they could execute her and was buried under a huge stone below the high water mark.
There's a plaque about her on some sort of witch walk. It has her face, which was reconstructed from her skull, but, rather distastefully considering, it also has a devil.