Keats and Chapman

A blip for Oldmills, with apologies to Myles na gCopaleen and apologies for the poor quality of the over-cropped shot.

Keats and Chapman were walking down by Leith Docks, enjoying the sunshine.
"Observe these little birds, now" said Keats, "They have just arrived from the very Southern tip of Africa, flying non-stop!"
"Do you tell me so?" answered Chapman, "They are certainly a very fierce little bird, as well as a mighty traveller!" The pair observed the birds dive-bombing a passing swan which had approached too closely.

"Indeed," said Keats, "Sterna hirunda is famous for the vigour with which it will defend its nest. Cast an eye over this similar scene recently blipped! I believe that the wee birds have driven off the herring-gulls and cormorants that were wont to take their rest upon this derelict pier."

"Sure, you have the right of it!" responded Chapman, "These brave birds deserve some sweet reward for their fortitude!"
So saying, he cast off his waistcoat and hat, dived into the water and hauled out near the nesting birds.

Dodging the vicious attacks, and receiving several smart pecks on the head, Chapman proceeded to roll a marijuana joint, and contrived to force some of the smoke into the red beaks of his avian companions, which immediately calmed and sat their nests with a distant look in their eyes.

As he returned to the shore, battered and bloody, but having ministered to each and every bird, Chapman was questioned by the astonished Keats.
"What on earth did you do that for? Risking your life like that with such dedication!"

"You know me", responded Chapman, "For blip, I will leave no tern unstoned!"