It is a cold and wet morning. Each day as I catch the train I check on the pigeon chicks and for some days I have been expecting them to have gone.
Today they are huddled together against the cold. As far as I can see, all their "puppy feathers" are gone and they are ready to fly. But they don't seem to think so.
So they huddle in their cosy nest. Except that it is not cosy any more, just far too small. So now you can see the foundations that were their home as the nest itself has been pushed overboard by the outsized chicks.
Still, I would not want to venture out in this weather unless I had to!
Cordialement
Terry
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