Well, any mill house left prey to blackbirds and the like (hereabouts it's more pigeons, really) is an abandoned, neglected place at base. (The piles become higher and deeper with continued neglect.)
Apart from that point, gee, this's one of the finest light-heartedly imaginative lyric treatments of the Universal Mating Game (and all the DNA memory, mitochondrial drive etc that backs it!) yet sighted. Huzzah!
Well, any mill house left prey to blackbirds and the like (hereabouts it's more pigeons, really) is an abandoned, neglected place at base. (The piles become higher and deeper with continued neglect.)
Apart from that point, gee, this's one of the finest light-heartedly imaginative lyric treatments of the Universal Mating Game (and all the DNA memory, mitochondrial drive etc that backs it!) yet sighted. Huzzah!