I gaze from my window to see a slight rustle in the conifers, picking up my binoculars with curiosity I notice a wood pigeon fluttering about; my imagination gets the better of me, thoughts rolled into a story. I don’t believe in happy endings; but I will try and write something with a good end to it and no better way can a story be brought to life than through the antics of wood pigeons.
There was a group of eight pigeons and in that group there were five males and three females; I know the odds are not looking good for all the males and some will miss out and, of course, it is generally the weaker ones.
It was spring, that time of year when …show more content…
Shimore was going about her business saddened by the loss of her friend. But something was still troubling her. She flew to Tulip and asked for some advice,
Flicking her head backwards and forwards she cooed, “If a pigeon likes a weaker and smaller pigeon would that be acceptable?”
We must remember that in the animal kingdom it really is a case of ‘all is fair in love and war.’ Poor Goldie would not have a chance up against the other bigger pigeons in a ‘male rut’ and his strut was not mature enough. Tulip knew there was not a straightforward answer. There was this tradition to win a ‘male rut’ and that was life in the pigeon world. For the males it was pride of place, it was the way to distinguish the best male.
Tulip gave Shimore the advice to wait for a few months, for Goldie to toughen up a little.
Meanwhile, Philly was getting into all sorts of trouble with this new group that he had joined. Goldie and Flexie continued to hang out cooing to one …show more content…
“It is worth a try
Rather than to say goodbye;
But rather a ‘Hi’
Then you have not missed out
Then you can fly knowing that you have tried,
He stopped moving around and contemplated with himself and continued, “Something I need to do is –
Take a feather out of my own plumage.”
So Goldie flew with a flight path that whistled a tune with his boosted confidence and perched near Shimore. He gently flirted, she flew closer and they became quite acquainted with one another. But she was not giving too much away just yet.
Poor Flexie thought he would never meet anyone, being even smaller than Goldie. He wasn’t as confidant either. So he dreamed as usual and reflected upon what he had said to his friend and guess where, yes, you’ve got it! In the Conifer, surfing about in the branches as the wind was quite snappy.
It was now midweek and some of the pigeons were getting restless. Goldie and Shimore were on the garage roof when suddenly Philly and his new group appeared from nowhere, this startled Goldie and he was on edge because Philly was strutting his stuff and nothing was going to stop him. Goldie had to challenge him beak to beak and they weighed each other up. Then as sudden as the wind it was the ‘male