A local pigeon not liking the rain
I felt I had to post this picture of the pigeon. He looks so fed up with the world. I’m glad he decided to sit outside my inner-city bathroom window to display his feelings. He is so cute and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
Melbourne is being washed by continuous and heavy rain – much needed rain. The place needed to be washed. We have been coping with a horrible brown sludge that settled over everything after the last, much lighter, rain fall about a week ago. The sludge hasn’t all gone yet because I can see rivulets of it running down the foot path and into the gutters. The temperature has dropped from a muggy 29 degrees to a chilly 17 degrees. Of course it could be the temperature drop that put this pigeon out of sorts or he may just have been feeling lonely. As the rain came and the temperature dropped the Indian miners who spend hours talking to each other in my backyard have vanished. And there are no more pigeons – just this one.
The question is where did they all go? That puzzles me? I visualize them hiding away in the surrounding trees and looking as pissed off as this one. Perhaps they think this overcast and rain-filled sky is a new form of night time.
I hope you smile at the pigeon. He’s not a Trafalgar Square style of pigeon. I see those in Carlisle Street. My backyard ones are sleeker, more shy and prone to courting and cooing.