Day 1 of Pigeon Watch
There’s this pigeon standing on the corner of the ledge outside where the spiky plastic things to keep birds away don’t meet. I can see it from the second-story window. It may be male or female, but I can’t tell. It is, if nothing else, a rugged creature. Feathers all ruffled. Is it cold? Is it defense? Is it a mating display?
All ruffled up.
It could be a pregnant female. Maybe it’s just fat.
I think it’s a defense thing. I thought the puffed feathers may help to conserve heat, but that doesn’t make sense. Those vented feathers wouldn’t hold in heat like tightly compacted feathers.
Have I seen this bird before and forgotten? Have I not seen it all—have I been oblivious to its existence? If it’s been there this whole time, why am I just now noticing it?