Funny how these things work. I'd been listening to Schumann's
Prophet Bird and got interested.... which lead to prophecy and of course Nostradamus. And the love of his son for him and his (alleged) sojourn at Alet-les- Bains and my drawings of that and the accidents that befell. Curiously, the very subject is the last to be factored in.
Mind you, it aint over yet. By a long chalk. (What the hell is a long chalk????)
It seems that the actual prophet bird is a cuckoo which is amazingly unappealing visually. Had one hatch in the garden once, killing the blackbirds in the process. So my prophetic friend may well be a parrot....
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