Pigeons Fall Out In The Heat
I’m sure I don’t need to say it, but this weather rocks the big one. Only one slight problem, the heat seems to be making a few pigeons a little too hot under the feathers. Take this pair for example. Me and Mart were out and about copping a fly over the rooftops of Clerkenwell when we head a right kerfuffle going off below, so we flew down to investigate, and this is what we saw. A couple of pigeon pals having a proper go at each other. Jesus. I was scared. All Bill did was call Ed a fat fucker, apparently, and that was it. He said he was joking, but Ed clearly didn’t see the funny side.
Check it out:
Eye to eye combat. Full on. That’s Ed on the left.
Best not repeat the verbal.
Then Bill makes a bit of a comeback with a textbook neck dive:
Only to have Ed try and shit on him:
Wasn’t sure about that tactic myself.
Then he tried something else:
“Sniff my pit you fuck”
Equally as pointless in my opinion. Bill just stood there.
Then it got a whole lot worse as Ed dragged Bill by the head across the molten metal:
I considered stepping in at this point, but thought better of it. Frankly, I’m not much of a fighter, and both of them looked bigger than me.
Eventually, Bill conceded and apologised:
Not that he had much choice with Ed’s beak buried deep into the wing join.
So – that’s what happens when summer takes us by surprise. The simplest thing can cause the biggest ruck.
Bet Bill will think again before he calls another pigeon a fat fuck. That said, so will I.