Busy, busy, busy

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.

A new companion?

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?

Born Free

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?

Rescue the mole!

Help! The Mole was kidnapped by James Blunt fans when they caught him burying JB CDs in the compost heap! He was only performing a public duty. How can we rescue him?

Is it spring yet?

Sorry about the radio silence for a while. The likes of David Attenborough will tell you that pigeons don't hibernate, but I have had a lovely snooze for the last couple of months after feasting on a mega-sized pizza and pancakes. Some inner alarm clock woke me up to tell me that Easter is early this year - which means - choccie Easter egg time! I can't wait.

Counting moles

A recent news report has labelled moles 'much maligned mammals.' And the animal charity people want help counting 'em. Well, there's just one in my garden, and he's a flippin' pest. He's always looking for an excuse to steal the limelight.

Happy New Year!

Well, Christmas has come and gone, and so have all the mince pies. One of my pigeon pals in Japan has told me about a new building. Just remember, there's no building so high that a pigeon can't 'decorate' it in his own inimitable fashion.