A Parliament

Last night I watched Coriolanus, James Nesbitt performed wonderfully as a cloying Tribune - (read Politician); a race of people I have no truck with.

These crows have taught their young; there is a pecking order. Our neighbour lights her fire, the crows line up, dry their wings and use the smoke to eject their non-paying guests then hop down and let the next in line proceed. Occasionally somebody tries to bump the line, wrong move.

From the left, Dave, Little Dave, Ed, Vince et al.

Cynical, Moi? Mais of course.