Chapter 19

“Look.” he said in a rush.

He gripped Finn’s bicep with one hand and pointed with the other. “Do you see it?”

Finn squinted out the window. The pigeon was gone but sitting on a reed was a small bird with a long beak and shimmering blue feathers.

“What is it?” Finn asked.

Brody licked his lips. “It’s a king fisher.”

Finn had stopped looking at the bird and looked at Brody instead. His eyes were wide, and there was no cockiness to his face, only amazement.

“We’ve got to write it down.”

Finn frowned. “What?”

Brody got slowly to his feet, and tiptoed across the floor board to the end of the shed. A clipboard was propped against the wall, and he grabbed it and the pen beside it.

“What’s the date?”

Finn frowned. “The fifth of June.”

Brody scribbled on the clipboard, then checked his phone. “And the time is ten past eleven.”

He returned the board to the side and crept back over.

“Is it rare?” Finn asked.

Brody shrugged. “This is the second time I’ve seen one.”