Overcast. Six pairs of underpants hang on the firethorn—no room on the clothesline. A wood pigeon in the elder tree starts eating leaves.
wood pigeon
Sunday September 15, 2019
Overhead, wispy mare’s tails, and on the patio, drifts of feathers where a wood pigeon met its end—undoubtedly the work of a cat.
Friday August 09, 2019
Sun and wind. A rock dove and a wood pigeon jockey for position under the bird feeder, puffing out their chests and cooing aggressively.
Monday August 05, 2019
Clouds and sun. A wood pigeon tries to land on the tube feeder and knocks it to the ground, spilling all its sunflower hearts.
Thursday August 01, 2019
A wood pigeon has learned how to eat from the neighbors’ bird feeder by balancing on the adjacent fence, tail fanned out, wings flapping.
Friday July 19, 2019
Rain. Two doves and and a dozen starlings start up from a shed roof and settle on nearby aerials to watch the wood pigeon who routed them.
Friday July 12, 2019
Three sparrows cling to the suet feeder, spooking at the sound of a dove’s wings. A wren pours out his liquid call from a neighboring roof.
Wednesday June 19, 2019
The mock orange petals have not so much fallen as blown away. The sky darkens. In the next garden, a wood pigeon hoots like an owl.
Tuesday June 11, 2019
5:30 AM. The torrential rain past, tits and sparrows crowd the feeders. The neighbor’s cherry tree sways under the raids of wood pigeons.
Wednesday August 29, 2018
I carry a dry chair into the drenched garden. Elderberries dot the ground and raindrops dot the elder. A sudden shuffle of woodpigeon wings.