Head's Up . . .

Victoria Day. Public holiday. Shops closed. Hot, hot, hot. So we visited the local ostrich farm. Admired the full-grown birds, which are massive and quarantined to stop the males killing each other. Then we found the teenagers, including this bright-eyed girl/guy - can't remember how to tell the difference, something to do with the beak - who said 'Hi, gimmee some food'. Well, actually, it didn't say anything. Not a squeak, not even a squawk. It seems that ostriches, unlike every other teenager we've ever met, are silent. I think there's a lesson here . . .