Do the pigeons have more, less or the same amount of food now?
There’s a pair of pigeons trying to create a nest on my balcony. I am obsessively chasing them away. I hear a coo and I come running. Sometimes chasing them with a broom in hand, or just opening the door suddenly, and, if they settle on the window sill, I bang the wall with a stick. As-if removing their presence is the most important thing in my world.
From my other balcony, I see a big fat pigeon pecking at the grass. It reminds me of a chicken. I think that it would make for a good dinner.
The pigeons are stubborn. I sweep the twigs of the balcony. I am too.
There are now two fat pigeons pecking at the grass. I wonder what they are eating. Seeds? Bugs?
My planters are spiked with cut-up hangers. I still catch the pigeons perching on their sides, fertilizing the plants. The pink spring onions I have sprouted are going to stay indoors.
I notice that the big peckers have the same colouring. Unlike the pests. They are a different species. A search teaches me they are common wood pigeons.
Who is stupider, the pigeons that don’t want to understand that my balcony is not a safe place to build a nest, or the human that runs across the apartment at the slightest suspicion of a coo? I tape a picture of a hawk to the window.
I like the wood pigeons better. Much like watching fish in a tank, I like to watch them peck at the grass. Mostly, I feel the are unlikely to squat my balcony.
I start thinking the hawk is keeping the couple away. Maybe it is the picture or maybe it is me. They are now comfortably installed on the neighbour’s balcony.
I am hoping it is less food, it lowers their fertility.








