We spend a fair bit of time in the garden, just sitting, taking things in. We love it. Part of it, actually quite a big part for me, are the birds. I love that they visit the feeding stations whilst we are in the garden. I think they have learned at least to a degree that we are no threat to them.
Take today for example. After completing our gardening tasks for the day, we sat in our usual place, just enjoying the day. Birds over-fly our garden at great speed, heading for places I know not where, for purposes I know not what. Whatever or wherever it is, they were doing it at great speed.
Then a pigeon heading north came over the roof, and performing a very graceful loo- cap to rest on our roof. Sparrows seemed to appear out of nowhere and would then take off at great speed. The Starlings were either be on the bird table or trying to get at the seed in the hanging feeder. To cap it off a couple of magpies may be nesting in our neighbours chimney.
So why then do I call pigeons fat Alberts? It’s because they remind the C-130 Hercules aircraft, a real workhorse transporter. They too fly with dignity and style. It’s their nickname as well.
Bills Posts 