This post is inspired by a misconception. When I checked the photograph shown below, it was on a small screen in bright sunlight. In these circumstances, I thought that I saw the man amongst the pigeons putting his hand to his heart in a casual prayer to thank God for all of His creations, however common and familiar they might be.

My feelings often run along a similar thread, not always as fervent as our pigeon feeder perhaps, but I am always grateful that I can take pleasure from small things. The misconception was revealed on a bigger screen when I got home and I saw that what I had taken to be his fingers were the spread primaries of a pigeon (or Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon) if you are looking for an easy tick).

By this time of course, I had already decided to post and had spent more time with Rock Pigeons (Feral Pigeons) that I might otherwise have done.

It came about when Wakim arrived on his motorbike carrying two large sacks of corn. The pigeons were obviously used to this free handout and greeted him by flocking to the ground around his feet.

He apeared to be getting as much reward from his own largesse as the pigeons and the two sackfuls were gobbled down in just a very few moments. Wakim was finished and drove off, but the pigeons stuck around for a little longer offering opportunities for locals to get a few clicks and for a visiting Brit to reaquaint himself with the joy of pigeons.

Written by Redgannet
Redgannet worked for more than 35 years as a flight attendant for an international airline. He came to birding late in his career but, considering the distractions, doesn't regret the missed opportunities. He was paid to visit six continents and took full advantage of the chance to bird the world. He adopted the nom de blog, Redgannet, to avoid remonstrations from his overbearing employer, but secretly hoped that the air of mystery would make him more attractive to women. Now grounded, he is looking forward to seeing the seasons turn from a fixed point.