I was watching the birds feeding in the garden. I don’t know what they are, big ones, small ones, pigeons, all happily chomping away. Got me thinking we all could take a lesson from our little feathery friends, all different, all together as one… not bothering each other just getting on with life. Then this big ugly bloody crow swooped down and they all scattered as he squawed in triumph, king of the castle, pecking at the seed and bread. I went outside and said, “Bugger off Putin!” He flapped those black wings but did as he was told. I wish the real Putin would be that easy to get rid of….