Hector

Hector Hawker was bemoaning his fate. Flying round the pond in a rather lackadaisical manner, his bruised eye was hurting having had a rather dodgy encounter with Henry Hawker whom I caught mating with a rather pretty female  as they zipped into the reed beds! Both after the same lady but not now! Obviously the loser he knew by doing his circuits he would build up his muscle power and be as impressive but time, as I said to him, was short. The season is nearly over and you have to take what you can get! Get a wriggle on!


Not down in the mouth for long he did just that :) Just a great big silly old Hector!