Squawk!

The other day, as I sleepily ascended the escalator at Victoria tube station, I spied a man coming the opposite way with a toy parrot on his shoulder. "Delightful" I thought. "How cheering, first thing in the morning". The very real parrot then opened its wings for a good long stretch, and squawked loudly before settling back down onto its owner's shoulder. I doesn't get much more cheering than that.