Quick Add-on To The Last Post

I’d just like to clarify that I am in no way a kinky pigeon fancier or pigeon spotter. I just thought it was sort of fascinating how they swarmed around, replacing the usual swarms of shoppers.

38 thoughts on “Quick Add-on To The Last Post

  1. Thought you might like this silly ditty Killing pigeons in the park by Tom Lehrer…
    Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
    Life is skittles and life is beer.
    I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
    I do, don’t you? ‘Course you do.
    But there’s one thing that makes spring complete for me,
    And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

    All the world seems in tune
    On a spring afternoon,
    When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.
    Every Sunday you’ll see
    My sweetheart and me,
    As we poison the pigeons in the park.

    When they see us coming, the birdies all try an’ hide,
    But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
    The sun’s shining bright,
    Everything seems all right,
    When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.

    We’ve gained notoriety,
    And caused much anxiety
    In the Audubon Society
    With our games.
    They call it impiety
    And lack of propriety,
    And quite a variety
    Of unpleasant names.
    But it’s not against any religion
    To want to dispose of a pigeon.

    So if Sunday you’re free,
    Why don’t you come with me,
    And we’ll poison the pigeons in the park.
    And maybe we’ll do
    In a squirrel or two,
    While we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.

    We’ll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
    Except for the few we take home to experiment.
    My pulse will be quickenin’
    With each drop of strych’nine
    We feed to a pigeon.
    (It just takes a smidgin!)
    To poison a pigeon in the park.

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  2. One day while having lunch in the canteen at the huge booze warehouse where I worked, in my conversation with a fellow storeman, we discussed colour. He said ‘I’ll bring in a book tomorrow and show you colour!’ The next day he showed me a book of photos of pigeons’ eyes – page after page of them. And they were every imaginable colour – they left a rainbow for dead! I later went on to do 2 degrees in art (1 theory, the other practical) but on the basis of the feeling my co-worker put into discussing his book, he deserved a PhD in Art! Also, I used to feed a flock of crested pigeons outside my home, every day, for years.

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    1. Bloody hell, the colour of a pigeons eyes is not something people think about or look for. I have a suspicion that if I took the time to gaze into a pigeons eyes I’d fall in love 🤣 we may even share a cigarette 🤪

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      1. Purple, blue, red, yellow, green, gold, flecked… It was a small book with each alternate page divided into squares and each square had a close up of a pigeon’s head, side on. The crested pigeons were beautiful birds (favourites, along with the brave little noisy miners) but I had to stop feeding them because the locals were too slack to put 2 bells on their killing machines known as ‘cats’ and the cats kept killing the crested pigeons. I didn’t like the ‘standard’ pigeons though – they were battle-hardened bovver boys missing feathers, feet, eyes and pest-infested, with mis-aligned wings etc. Their motto – ‘eats roots and leaves’- but they did serve one use – they were 1-2 crucial seconds quicker than the crested pigeons on take-off when there was any danger near and their flight got the crested pigeons up and going as well.

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