BEHIND BARS

He looks a bit how I'm feeling these days - we can both escape, but have we got the guts?

I kind of like the way his iridescent breast feathers reflect the dusty stained glass behind him. Hiding indoors doesn't suit - yet if this fiasco's going to last another six months I'm getting very close to mortality.

Time to rethink. Am cleaning house little by little in many different ways...