It’s funny how one pigeon can turn into two pigeons. My pigeon, the scruffy guy in the front, now has a roommate who looks just like him (but is way more stylish).
So, I’ve been adopted by a pigeon. He (she?) has decided to hang up his racing wings and just live at my place full time. He’s molting right now (apparently this is the time of year that pigeons do that here), so he is sporting what looks like little spikes all over his head.
PigeĀ dropped in for a visit today. Apparently he’s reconsidering his career as a racing pigeon. He’s going to just roost on top of the barbecue for a bit and try not to think about the irony of the situation.