Things have a habit of coming around again and this is one of them. The year was 1970, I was five years old and my mum came home with a drinking bird for me. It brought endless hours of mesmerising fun, watching the bird rock back and forth, to dip it's beak in a glass of water. So here we are again, 2025 and some fifty-five years later! Those memories have returned, only a classic can do that...🤗👍🏻