Hidden Pigeon, Crouching Photographer.

"I don't know what you think you are looking at, but it can't be me.  I am too well hidden behind this metal pole".
"I think you mean the finial"
"I might have known you humans would have a fancy name for it, too clever by half you lot"
It is only polite to give a thing it's proper name.  You wouldn't like it if I called you a cat would you"
"What cat?, where's a cat?   That's it I am off".


I am not really crouching, the old legs wouldn't cope with that.  I am actually standing looking through the window.   But that wouldn't fit my 
title would it.  I call it poetic licence. 
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