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.

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Written by Redgannet
Redgannet has been working for over 33 years as a crew member/flight attendant and enjoys the well-ventilated air of the outdoors. The nom de blog, Redgannet, was adopted to add an air of mystery and to make himself more attractive to women. His father first whetted Redguga's appetite for all things natural by buying him his first pair of 7x35s and a copy of Thorburn's Birds. Having no mentor beyond an indulgent parent, he spent the first season hoping for an Egyptian Vulture at the bird table in his English garden. His most memorable birding moment is seeing an Egyptian Vulture with those same binoculars 26 years later. Redgannet is married to Canon, but his heart and half of his house belongs to Helen and their son Joseph. He is looking forward to communicating with people who don't ask if he is searching for the "feathered variety" of bird.