I Can't Dance

Evening all.

The title of this should be a song by the Black Crowes or Raven i suppose, but as myself, this chappie and its mate did something of a quickstep up and down the road, with me feverishly trying to co-ordinate focusing,walking,not falling over-ing, the title semed somewhat apt.

Never still,not for a second, for a bird with wings they're a damn sight nippier on the ground than you'd imagine.

especially when they have some fool with a camera trying to take a picture of them.

night all.


Genesis