A close encounter of the pigeon kind

Halloween is still weeks away but I’ve already had my fill. With the lovely sun we were enjoying last week I decided to lay in the garden and bake myself. There is nothing finer than baking yourself then moving to the cool kitchen floor and then out again for some more baking.

On maybe my third cycle of bake-cool-bake I felt an almighty thud on my back. Still in the realms of sleep I sat up but before I could turn around I could feel a presence. As I slowly turned my head I was greeted by a pigeon perched on my back! I’ve gotten used to my mum’s rescued animals over the years but nothing prepares you for the scraggy ball of feathers. To top it off she just sat there and looked at me, what a cheek! How would she like it if I came and perched on her back? Granted it would be difficult given that she lives mostly in trees but I’d give it a damn good try. In case you are wondering, no I never ate her, I just hope she learns that my ass, is not a runway.