Flutterment

Yesterday afternoon the RAF Tornado scared a pigeon though the open patio door into our bookroom. My exclamation caused Ailz- who was in the kitchen-  to wonder whether the plane itself had crashed. What a flutterment! A frightened pigeon takes up a lot of space both actual and psychic.  Having reached the barrier of the back wall it dropped down behind a chair in the corner, settled, recovered its senses and left the way it came....