For the past few months, I’ve had a pair of woodpigeons who, when I call, come into the garden to be fed.
The male has become very confident, and yesterday mid morning, though I hadn’t called, walked around the garden following me until I fetched his food.
But now there’s a new kid in town!
Forget images of peace-loving birds carrying olive branches. Forget what Prince said about when doves cry.
Watch how wary even the rook appears when it arrives for some breakfast. I can just imagine it whistling casually, thinking “play it cool, my son, play it cool. Don’t attract attention to yourself ….. oooh shiiiit!”