Hidden Pigeon, Crouching Photographer.
"I don't know what you think you are looking at, but it can't be me. I am too well hidden behind this metal pole".
"I think you mean the finial"
"I might have known you humans would have a fancy name for it, too clever by half you lot"
It is only polite to give a thing it's proper name. You wouldn't like it if I called you a cat would you"
"What cat?, where's a cat? That's it I am off".
I am not really crouching, the old legs wouldn't cope with that. I am actually standing looking through the window. But that wouldn't fit my
title would it. I call it poetic licence.
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