Hi Tweets,

James West writes:

(snip)
>There was a swoosh and rustle, and suddenly
>everybody was staring at an adolescent Red-Tail as it sat atop the pigeon it
>had just... uh... acquired, right there among the tables. It sat on its
>dinner for about a minute and a half, giving it that extra squeeze every
>time it twitched, and staring back at the staring humans with a look that
>could only be called truculent.

When you're in southbound migration, sometimes you just can't wait until a
table comes free--

Michael Price A brave world, Sir,
Vancouver BC Canada full of religion, knavery and change;
mprice at mindlink.net we shall shortly see better days.
Aphra Behn (1640-1689)