This morning, I thought I saw a pair of chickadees out the kitchen window — but on investigation, it turns out they must have been, ahem, Great Tits.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
This morning, I thought I saw a pair of chickadees out the kitchen window — but on investigation, it turns out they must have been, ahem, Great Tits.
Baffling how a nation that can talk about sitting on their fannies can might blush at great tits! 😉