The ever diminishing young bird team,

, The red hen is out for stock, the little dark hen is no good.., went for a toss this afternoon.
I was driving along listening to Bohemian Rhapsody, then Paradise by the dashboard light, so of course I ended up going a bit further.
I hurried home, at no time exceeding the speed limits,

and was home before them.
They went bang on the board and in.
I said to Catherine this morning, in the space of a week these have turned into racing pigeons.

Greetings from the land down under.

Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.