"I'm here for lunch. What are you here for?"
Whilst Louie was checking out the inside of the woolshed, Percy and Priscilla Pigeon were dining on young and tender plum tree shoots. They get so full and heavy, the branches seem hardly robust enough to support their weight.
"Oi! How close are you coming, man?"
It a quite magic experience, watching the delicate play of light on the feathers of our birds. There is an infinite variety of colours displayed as the angle and intensity of illumination varies.