Why pigeons?
They navigate by the sun, magnetic fields and landmarks, recognise human faces, and have been carrying our messages for three thousand years. Not bad for "rats with wings".
City pigeons are quietly wonderful.
This is a tiny corner of the web where I keep notes about the rock doves, fantails and the occasional confused wood pigeon that share my street. No experts here — just a person with a window, a thermos of coffee and too much patience.
The regulars
There's Gru (one white feather), Biscuit (limps, fears no one) and a pair I call the Accountants because they show up at 9 sharp and leave at 5. I have spreadsheets. I am not proud.
Gear, briefly
An old 55–250mm lens, a fold-out stool, and breadcrumbs that I have since learned are bad for them (use defrosted peas). Lesson logged the hard way.
Latest field notes
- A foggy morning roll-call — soft light, loud birds
- Courtship on the gutter — the bow, the coo, the chase
- Rain-puddle bath club — synchronised splashing