Day 027 Arse of Pigeon

I was looking round Winchester today, looking for subjects for a 'Derelict' photo, the brain working hard. Does a crumbling building count as 'Delectict'? How about the lawn in the shadow of the Cathedral trashed by the Christmas ice rink? 
After all that brain-ache I treated myself and took some photos of the Buttercross.  I do like the Buttercross. It is the heart of medieval Winchester and yet it is the heart of modern Winchester too.

It was only when I looked at this picture in close up that I realised that a pigeon's arse had photo-bombed my solemn photo of medieval Winchester - d'oh!

I made me laugh a little