The darkest ones always arrive first. They are hungriest and swoop in and gobble down mouthfuls before others arrive. What always surprises me is that although they are formidably armoured and look strong, they are soon ousted. Within seconds the pigeons are there battling with each other, delivering wing-slaps, pecking viciously and neck-wrestling. They are too busy fighting to notice the house crows and sparrows taking advantage and grabbing yet another beakful. They are so engrossed in showing who is top of the pecking order that they are treading in the food I’ve put out. Too busy to eat.
|Here's a piece of street art (from the photoktm2016 project) on an
earthquake-damaged building in Patan, Nepal.
It is not really at all relevant to the story but how else to avoid a spoiler??