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#atozchallenge: F is for Farewell Feathered Friend…


Today’s A-Z post is only a quick one and I’d rather not write it, but…

Last summer I told you about Brian the pigeon, who had taken up residence in our garden after having lost the ability to find his way home.


Ever since, we’ve been feeding him his favourite sunflower seeds a couple of times a day and he has been keeping us company on the patio, until last weekend.

For the last four days, Brian has not been seen, which is very unusual.
Now, I suppose it’s possible he may have got amorous with one of the local wood pigeons and is busy setting up nest together with them somewhere, but I have a nasty feeling the more likely explanation is that he’s been catted, or possibly owled.

There are a good many local cats in the neighbourhood and we have been seeing a barn owl a lot in the last few weeks, which has been terrorising the nearby rookery.

So I’ll try and think positive and hope that he’s finally integrated with the local bird population, or possibly had a flash of directional inspiration and found his way home (because, for some reason, the thought of a stray pigeon having a run in with the silent hunters of the night makes me a little sad; he was quite a character) and I’ll leave you with this typical shot of him begging for more food.


Bye Brian, it was good to know you.



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Just Jot It January: Day eighteen…


For this, the 18th installment of Just Jot It January, I thought I’d give you an update on Brian, our unofficial pet.

Nearly six months ago, Brian arrived in our back garden (or rather, since he was lost, maybe “failed to arrive somewhere else” would be more accurate) and showed no sign of wanting to leave.

He was a bit cautious to begin with, but regular meals and non-threatening behaviour on our part seem to have helped him settle in to a daily routine.
He now comes fluttering down from the roof when we go and sit out for a morning coffee, strutting about and making that weird hooting noise that pigeons make, until one of us rewards him with a pile of seed from the pot we keep in the (now securely anchored) gazebo, especially for him.


Brian has become less picky in the time that he’s been with us, now actually eating the wild bird food we have for the less-refined natives of the neighbourhood, instead of insisting on the sunflower seeds that he would only eat when he first appeared last August.


As you can see, he now has his full winter plumage, with some rather fetching iridescent patches of green and purple, after having gone through a somewhat less dignified period of moulting, when it looked like he had mange and his throat went completely bald.
He’s even started associating with the local wildlife to a certain degree, sometimes sharing a branch with another (less well-bred) pigeon or one of the collared doves that frequent the patio, although he is still very protective of his personal seed pile.


“You lookin’ at my seed?”

The only possible danger Brian faces now, is from the attention of the two cats that have moved in next door, one of whom is showing an unhealthy interest in our feathered friend. But he seems to have got into the habit of checking to see if the coast is clear before venturing down from the roof, so he may not be quite as bird-brained as we thought.

Having said that, he does occasionally seem to have trouble determining what constitutes a balanced diet.


“Now, do I eat salad, I can’t remember..?”

{photos by Rhonda}


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