He learned to communicate with birds and discovered their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with windspeed, wingspans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries.
You can't dodge your responsibilities by saying they don't exist!
Ha, but my life is a box of wormgears.
I am terribly proud of-I was born in Cambridge in 1952 and my initials are DNA!
Conceited little mega-puppy.
My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees.