Mudge, Bat and Micca ought to be at the airport about now. I went back to join them and SINSULL for coffee and quiche. I should warn the DC folks that Micca may be a bit depressed when he gets there. It seems he fell madly in love while he was here, and the parting was difficult. He was weeping sad tears into her fluffy pink feathers, and kissed her passionately on the beak before taking his leave - perhaps never to see her again. Be kind to him.