Who’s This (3)

I find after careful and considered reflection that I am bound to agree with your analysis but my conscience finds it appropriate to make the following points. Part of the house keeping routine of a pelican is to pay attention to his plumage. This involves burying his beak in his feathers and with a cacophony of accompanying squawking, manoeuvring it around in such a fashion so as to disturb whatever unwanted insect life that may have crept in since the last round of ablutions. The affect of this is to cause the plumage to be turned over and blown out as it were and it assumes a shiny glean and dint. The older the pelican, the more involved the procedure.

At the end of it, the casual observer watching this performance would conclude that he had just watched some tired old bird goose stepping around with his chest all puffed out like some demented, condescending, deranged avarian fascist. My conscience impels me to point out the remarkable similarity between that image and myself.