Their images are but wind and confusion ...

It was always too good to be true. A huge, unknown bird perched on a chimney stack in the far distance. Would he stay there until I got closer? The pulse quickened as I stalked my way forwards. Well, he did, and I was genuinely peed off to find that he was not a bird at all, just a bird-like assemblage that some annoying receiver had seen fit to stick on the roof. I felt a right Charlie.