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Shakin’ a tail feather
Here’s a smart fellow we met in Drummond Castle gardens last weekend. Interestingly enough, there are no peacock poems in my lovely book The Poetry of Birds whilst the phoenix, a bird which doesn’t even technically exist, gets five. You will recall that the divine colours of its plumage are actually illusory, yes, just like…
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Celebrations
To Edinburgh once more, and the Braid Hills Hotel Library, thence to mark the joint anniversaries of Rosemary and Michaela. A fine meal ensued, in most convivial surroundings. My camera technique is rather lacking just now, split as it is between a DSLR, a old Fuji Finepix and the phone, none of which had the…