Crested Pigeons continue
to breed in shrubbery bordering our drive. Late this morning I responded
to a frantic flapping of wings in the bushes just as Howitzer, the
neighbour’s hound dawg, loosened off a barrage of 105mm H.E. woofs. As I
came off the front porch I glimpsed a local cute-as-catnip Burmese Short-hair
streaking away and saw a dishevelled adult Crested Pigeon squatting on the
driveway. As I approached, it sprang into a shrub where others were fussing
about like Public Service managers trying to decide where to place a new coffee
machine. Also noticed a couple of handfuls of feathers wafting away on the
breeze.
John K. Layton.
Holt.
