What a song and dance. It’s Hoppy, the wood pigeon. He is not feral. He is thoroughbred. And a gentleman. And, incidentally, he is challenged. (Note his gammy foot).
I have, in truth, become fond of him. He has become a resident. As I potter, I no longer notice him, until he is literally under my nose – then he takes flight and scare the xxxx out of me. Okay, so he is becoming a little too familiar. Hopping into the conservatory and reminding me to feed, is probably a hop too far.
My FB friends are horrified. I must not feed pigeons. But when you have more than twenty different species of birds visiting the restaurant, what should you do?
I have asked if a sign on the bird table reading “NO PIGEONS” will work. We are now into a debate about discrimination.
As for the rats – that’s another story 🙂