London, It’s Good To Be Back.

First off, London, remind me why I left in the first place? I feel like a whole new pigeon coming back to roost on my roots. For starters, I’m way better connected to the pigeon world just like in the old days. Also turns out Chiswick really is the place to be for the retiring pigeon. Even though I’m a bit of a way off, it’s food for thought for the future. There’s loads to do here, and no need to fly any long distances. Suits me just fine! Wings really don’t carry it like they used to. Know what I mean? Frankly, anything more than an hour and I’m stiff for days. Maybe I should take up yoga? Where’s Olga when you need her?

Another good thing about being back in London is the sheer variety of pigeons. In Brighton the choice was decidedly limited, but here? Jesus.

The sun was out so we went to a new spot yesterday – Chiswick House. Can’t believe I’ve never been there. Only snag is it comes with geese, but then a goose is better than a seagull any day, and I never thought I’d say that.

Anyway, I saw something rather lovely…

Stopped me in my tracks.

Unfortunately, Michael took it upon himself to ‘put in a word’. He meant well, but oh dear.

No reaction whatsoever:

‘See my mate over there? His name’s Bri and he fancies you’, wasn’t quite the introduction I was after.

Then Steve decided to join in and that was it, game over. She legged it:

Can’t say I blame her.

However, not being one to give up, I’ll probably head back there tomorrow, or maybe even today. On my own this time, and certainly not with Michael or Steve.