I went out for a walk today. I was heading along South Street near the Asda turn heading toward the waterfront. I use happened to look up, the back yard of this particular house had a long brick wall. I reckon there were at least a dozen pigeons on the wall. No only that, there must have been another two dozen on the roof of the adjacent house.
They were clearly waiting for something – I assume the occupants feed the pigeons, because they were mostly perched, being very patient. Well, except they weren’t amongst themselves. There appeared to be a fair bit anti-queue jumping measures in play. I’d see a pigeon move in between two other birds, who after a couple of seconds would each deliver a resounding peck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many pigeons wait patiently like this. Very interesting. For a brief second, I considered knocking on the door of the house, to ask what they did, and. How they got the pigeons trained.
I bit further along I walked past the cockle ponds. I stayed on the road. If the model yacht club is operating, I stay away at the moment. The only reason is that I am a bit embarrassed about the way I initially engaged with club, almost buying a model yacht, and then realising that I wasn’t prepared to make the commitment and backed off rather abruptly. There is of course, no need for me to feel embarrassed, I just do.
I saw a young lady and her little girl feeding the swans on the cockle ponds. It was a lovely sight, the birds on the water were right up to them, and patiently waiting to be fed. The walk was only my normal morning walk in reverse, but it was in daylight and there were people around which added interest, and made for an interesting hour.