A few evening’s ago when a friend and I were having dinner I looked up to see a rock pigeon on a bird feeder. I raised my arm and waved. Despite the distance the pigeons are usually so aware of any movement that they fly off. One did. The rest followed suit. Except for the one on the top of the feeder. Puzzled, I went to see why. I opened the study door and walked out. The pigeon didn’t flinch. That’s unheard of. Then I realised that what I had thought was something in his beak was, in fact his beak. And here’s the rub. I would happily do away with the pigeons even though I abhor killing any creature (except wasps!) but I suddenly felt desperately sorry for this bird who was, presumably, beyond caring because, with a beak as damaged as that, she could not be far away from death. Leastways I assume that to be the case.
Radio.
5 hours ago
