The stillness of these peregrines puts me in mind, by way of contrast, of a concert I attended in about 1984.

David Gilmour, guitarist for Pink Floyd, was touring solo, and took his act to Reunion Arena in Dallas.

The congas and light percussion were handled by a woman who was competent, lively and fit, wearing a stretchy pantsuit for comfort, and looked like she'd swallowed a beach ball.

She might be the only obviously pregnant performer I've ever seen on stage.