...already in my garden. Or rather, over the fence. Standing outside a few minutes ago, I heard a loud leathery flapping sound from a tree and at first thought 2 birds were fighting. But no.
I was a shameless voyeur as two pigeons, perching on branches close to each other, flew off and towards each other, beating against each other (heh, pardon the pun) and perching again. This went on for a couple of minutes until the female — shameless hussy that she was — took up a position on a branch in full view of every house in the neighbourhood. I’d like to be able to say that she tried to defend her virginity. But this is the start of the breeding season, so...
Birds must have really shit sex-lives, however, as it was all over in 15 seconds. The female flew onto the school roof, and the male stayed in the tree and went “coo-COOO-coo, coo coo” over and over. Clearly pleased.
Nicked from things magazine, a true site for Londoners: tubemap.org. Pick a tube station and go forth into the surrounding streets, taking photos. Jonathan, Scott and Owen in particular, this is your chance. And Jay, if you get enough time away from the cookies.
This month is also US National Poetry Month, and so as well as reading some great new work (please do check out the title-poem of Seamus Heaney’s new collection, and no he isn’t American but he’s good!) glory with Gothamist over Whitman. And listen to Garrison Keillor. Daily.
tags: [sex] [birds] [london underground] [photography] [poetry]
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