As part of a workshop I was assigned an arbitrary place on a map of Aberystwyth and asked to go there and make something. I took my shoes and socks off and walked down a steep path I had not walked down before. At the bottom I found a beautiful dead starling. Aberystwyth is host to Starling Murmurations where hundreds of starlings fly together in a pulsating cloud. Feeling moved, I dug a grave with my bare hands and buried this lone bird in the bright sunshine.