Saturday, May 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
It’s nest-building time for us pigeons, and as I’ve been so unlucky with previous nests, I decided to flick through some old books to see if they sparked any ideas for a better nest site. I found this story about a pigeon who got so fed up with rats eating her eggs, she became friends with a cat. The pigeon guarded the cat’s kittens, and the cat kept rats away from the nest. It sounds a very unlikely to me - us pigeons can't stand cats. A chap called Harrison Weir did a very nice drawing of the story, though.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated the blog for such a long time, but I've been spending some time 'at her Majesty's pleasure' after an unfortunate misunderstanding over a pizza delivery van. The Mole has been looking after my nest while I've been away. I got him some Lego for Christmas; he seems to like it, even though it's a bit tricky for his paws.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
It's a busy life for us poor pigeons, and no mistake, on the go all day. Haven't had a minute even to update this poor old blog. So I decided I needed a holiday. I hitched a lift on a ferryboat to in Brittany, where I stayed in a rather swanky dovecot.
Posh innit? I've had a smashing time - the French sure know how to make cakes and croissants. And chocolate. And huge baguettes. And ... well, you get the idea. The only scary bit was the voyage home. The ferry seemed alarmingly unstable and kept listing to one side, so I flapped from the rail where I was perched and sat on the funnel, which was lovely and warm. It was nice to come home to my comfy old nest, though.
Posted by Fat Tony at 8:32 pm
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Mole is getting very uppity nowadays. I was sitting in my nest, enjoying a nice breakfast of toast, crumpets, jam and pizza, when he came swanking into the garden. "Dr Who's got a new companion!" he said. "Guess Who?" My money's on Konnie Huq off Blue Peter or someone like that. After all, it's not likely to be the Mole, is it?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
After a day or two, Mole remembered he could tunnel out. He's safe and sound in his home burrow now. I thought this news item was rather mean. Unloved? Britain's most popular bird? Me and the lads 'had a word' in high places, and you'll note that Mr Livingston is no longer Mayor of London. 'Nuff said, eh?
Posted by Fat Tony at 4:27 pm