A very young and newly minted pigeon on the window sill. this morning.

It flew over to the railings on the balcony and walked up and down a bit then it decided just lie back and sit on the window ledge again but however When It flew back it collided with the window at a fare rate of knots. It didn’t stun itself but it looked distinctly pissed off and eyed me up through the window again with a very familiar look as if it knew me from somewhere. I quickly pulled the blind down to discourage it from flying into the window again and it took off in the correct direction.

Pigeons we get in Great Denham do seem a bit healthier looking than the London ones which unfortunately seem to have everything from feet missing to strange lumps.

I wonder if when we eventually get back to a real opening up in a year or so there might be more not for profit just for the craic spontaneous musical happenings of various sorts. Will people perhaps celebrate the fact that they have weathered the storm. A summer of peace and unwise sexual liaisons?