Every city has far too many pigeons, which makes them common and unwanted for the unsanitary mess they leave, but for the occasional bird enthusiast who feeds them. I couldn't agree more with those who call them flying rats.
However, last night I was enchanted by the pigeon courtship I witnessed on a Parisian rooftop. in this instance, a TV antenna served as the wall where suitors awaited their turn to dance for the Princess. The first suitor was immense, showing endless stamina as he gracefully bowed forward in a low swoop, throwing his tail to the sky, and then puffed his pecs at her, his breast enhanced by a little ruff of feathers that stood out as he arched back. This sequence was repeated about eight times as she stood and casually watched, not one to betray any emotion or favoritism.
The second suitor was Popeye to the previous Brutus. He was puny, maybe just young and inexperienced, his first run ever perhaps? He quickly threw off 2 half-hearted bows, with no chest flailing, and beat a hasty retreat.
There were two more in line, but I was already late and the courtship rituals had only just begun.
However, last night I was enchanted by the pigeon courtship I witnessed on a Parisian rooftop. in this instance, a TV antenna served as the wall where suitors awaited their turn to dance for the Princess. The first suitor was immense, showing endless stamina as he gracefully bowed forward in a low swoop, throwing his tail to the sky, and then puffed his pecs at her, his breast enhanced by a little ruff of feathers that stood out as he arched back. This sequence was repeated about eight times as she stood and casually watched, not one to betray any emotion or favoritism.
The second suitor was Popeye to the previous Brutus. He was puny, maybe just young and inexperienced, his first run ever perhaps? He quickly threw off 2 half-hearted bows, with no chest flailing, and beat a hasty retreat.
There were two more in line, but I was already late and the courtship rituals had only just begun.
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