Day 13: I’ve been feeling down these past few days so a bit of a lazy post for today’s 30 Days Wild I’m afraid. Today’s blog is a poem from Philip Larkin, taken from the illustrated anthology, Birds, from The British Museum, edited by Mavis Pilbeam.
We have another patient in the form of a pigeon called Pete who has a sore wing. Fingers crossed he makes a full recovery.
Pigeons
On shallow slates the pigeons shift together,
Backing against a thin rain from the west
Blown across each sunk head and settled feather,
Huddling round the warm stack suits them best,
Till winter daylight weakens and they grow
Hardly defined against the brickwork. Soon,
Light from a small intense lopsided moon
Shows them, black as their shadows, sleeping so.
What are your thoughts on pigeons?
Thanks for reading, and stay wild!
Christine x
Christine Lucas 
Not a pigeon fan, especially the feral ones-be careful their pooh is dangerous I believe.
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Sorry to hear your feeling low. Hope things are looking up? X
I don’t mind pigeons. There is a flock of racing pigeons in Clitheroe that go out for their daily flying exercise each morning. 🙂
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We once saw a pigeon lorry with lots of baskets that had the pigeons in for a race. It’s fascinating how they know their way home.
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I like pigeons 🙂 I think they are quite characterful, even if a bit daft at times, and don’t understand why so many people hate them! I’ve caught up on reading your blog but apologies for being so rubbish at commenting at the moment … working in the garden, baby shopping and just the tiredness are hindering me!
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No worries. Take it easy xx
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Hope you’re back up again 💗.
Not a fan of pigeons too much noise and mess.
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