There was one of those irresistible items on FiveLive tonight, that herrings communicate by farting. At least at night. Apparently it helps them find each other in the dark. Well it would, wouldn’t it?
It isn’t really farting. What they do is blast air from their swim bladders, but the effect is the same — whoopee cushions on all sides.
So I have informed Mrs Parrot that my nocturnal bottom-burpings are no insult to her sensibilities, merely my way of keeping in touch under the duvet!