Like a scene out of a modern-day spy thriller, this morning I suspiciously watched a woman, dressed in black, her face covered, walking into the park. [Ellie turning on her phone]. We have become so conditioned to look for signs of "foul" play that I followed her with my eyes as my camera booted up. She stayed for only a few minutes, as it is bitter cold, when I noticed pigeons flocking around her. She had come to feed them. Ah ... a different kind of "fowl" play.