It was with interest that I read the pontifications of that great proletarian Jonathan Livingston Owl. His comments reminded me of a verse learnt at my dear mother's knee, and I'm sure that Jonathan could well heed the message so subtly hidden between its lines:

"The wise old owl lived in an oak,
the more he saw, the less he spoke,
the less he spoke, the more he heard,
What a fucking silly old bird."