Pigeon lands in the cherry tree
and petals flutter softly down
like snowflakes.


Feast for a pigeon,
down by the crab-apple tree.
Ripe ivy berries.


Pigeon youngster mobbed
at the feeders, by adults,
still holding his own.

We have a young pigeon hanging around the garden that keeps getting mobbed by adult birds. He seems to have a bit of a damaged wing and can’t fly far, however he can scuttle away fast enough to avoid capture by us humans! He gobbles up the seed dropped by other birds and I scatter some food on the ground for him when the others aren’t about so he seems to find plenty to eat. He is a survivor. He obviously finds somewhere to hide when necessary and seems to be gradually improving. Pigeons are a bit of a pest but I don’t like to see one hurt and hopefully he will soon make a full recovery.



Pyracantha berries;
easy reach from
fence perch for opportunistic

In the Garden

Sitting in the garden watching
the bees among the lavender,
a pigeon bathing in the pond.
The sun burns down 
from a cloudless sky.

Despite the cool breeze
it is far too hot for me.
I retreat indoors.


On the picnic table
a pigeon takes a shower,
lifting a wing into the rain.


Another cold day.
Pigeon next to chimney pot
enjoying the warmth!


Strong winds have all but stripped
the leaves from the cherry tree.
Like the fledgling pigeon
they have now flown free,
and I am left feeling bereft
like the bare branches of the tree.


Who’d have thought it?
A pigeon,
king of the feeders,
by a family
of marauding starlings.


Watching a pigeon trying
to bathe in my mini pond
takes me back in time
to when I bathed babies
in the washing-up bowl!

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