About this page
Hello. I started writing things down after realising I could tell the local pigeons apart — and that, once you can, a quiet street turns into a soap opera with feathers.
I'm not an ornithologist. I won't teach you taxonomy. What you'll find here is mostly: who showed up, what the light was doing, and the occasional decent photo. If it makes you glance up at the birds on your own street, the page has done its job.
A few things I've learned
- Bread is junk food for birds — defrosted peas, sweetcorn or proper seed are kinder.
- The "coo" has dialects. City flocks really do sound different from country ones.
- That iridescent neck colour isn't pigment — it's the feather structure bending light.
- They mate for life, mostly, and both parents make "crop milk" for the chicks.
Get in touch
No comments section (the internet has enough of those). If you want to swap pigeon stories, find me under the same handle on the usual photo-sharing sites. Be kind, bring snacks (peas).