We had a visitor today!
The Pigeon Man across the lane from us had a race from France today, and unfortunately one was late returning and got locked out! Poor little guy! He tried his best…
He was absolutely shattered so we gave him some water and gave his dad a call.
I love to watch them go out on a nice sunny day. The ‘wooshing’ noise they make as they fly over your head is wonderful and I am amazed when they all go home at the blow of a whistle. How do they know where to go when I can’t drive anywhere without a SatNav?
In the meantime, we managed to herd him into the new chicken ‘executive suite’ shed (before we built the run!)
Soon enough, his dad arrived and picked him up and next thing he knew he was back home in the warm and dry to sleep of his big fly from France.
Well done birdie!
A Little Pigeon Poem
Why live with pigeons? There’s danger you know,
Can’t adopt just one, the craving will grow.
There’s no doubt they’re addictive, wherein lies the danger,
While living with lots, you’ll grow poorer (and stranger?).
One pigeon is so funny, and two are no trouble,
The more, the merrier, they’re all so delightful.
The third is a honey, the fourth one’s a breeze,
You can live in a house full, with the greatest of ease.
So, invite some more pigeons, you can always find room,
And a little more time, for the dust cloth and broom.
There’s hardly a limit, to the pigeons you add,
The thought of a cutback, sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so unique and so funny,
Food and care bills grow larger, you spend much more money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other bird folks, who live the same way.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then your pigeon pals fly over, and into your lap.
Their coos say your special, and you know that you will,
Keep your feathered friends, in spite of the bill.