Greedy

Every so often, I'll hook up with the crew and go for a meal at the Toby Carvery. Usually its hard to get a flock of pigeons in, but we did the old trick of standing on each others shoulders and wearing a hat and a trenchcoat, so no one was any the wiser.

This is a fairly standard meal size for me, though i had to forgo the turkey, as it was as bit too close to cannibalism for me! I know a turkey, his name is Craig. We lost touch just before Christmas, actually, i hope hes ok...

All the fun without the Cone, eh? I'd say it was more fun, as theres no chance of dropping it and then getting stuck in it like i did when i got ambitious and got a triple scooper from the ice cream man, with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles, then tripped on a penny someone had dropped and ended up wearing the cone as a rather attractive, though sticky, hat.

Worrying eyes

Went out for the Pigeon Lady's birthday. To be honest, i wanted to stay in and watch a documentary about saltwater crocodiles, but she dragged me out. Theres a definate disadvantage about being so small, and she has these massive hands, so i didnt really have much choice in the matter. Anyway, We had a couple of beverages and did the quiz:

We ended up winning five free drinks, and i think i drank mine a bit too quickly, cuz look at the state of my eyes! Mental. Anyway, without me they wouldnt have won, as i provided most of the answers. Mainly the wrong ones, but i'm not one to point the finger of blame.

A teeny Sheffield

This is me with the holiday mass-eev, Bugs bunny and Wilf. We couldnt quite figure out what Wilf was, but we decided that he was some kind of lime ice cream mutant, or maybe something that would grow out of a cup of tea that is left too long.

On our travels we came across this place. It consisted of about three houses and a tractor. Not quite on par with its massive, one-way-systemed, pikey infested namesake in Yorkshire. Also, not a pigeon in sight. Very disappointing, as the other Sheffield is home to some of the most friendly, if not slightly cheeky, pigeons you will ever find. Thought there may be a Cornish breathen, but it was not to be. A seagull gave me a funny look, and seeing as im about the same size as a tourists sausage roll (their usual food) i thought it best to be on my way.

Praa Sands

Day two of the cornwall trip, and we went to the beach.

You will have to excuse my bung eye. I blame the head-falling-off incedent. I've never been quite right since.

This is me trying to talk to some mussels, but they weren't having it. Later i found a starfish, and it was very chatty indeed. Lovely fellow. Was interviewed for Creature Comforts, apparantly.

I then decided to go a bit crazy, and found myself a bit too near the edge of the cliffs. It was a bit dicey for a while, as a big wave nearly swept me off, so i had a word with a nearby limpet, named Clive, and he said that as I am not a gastropod with superior suction, i wouldn't be very safe on the cliff. I thought he may be taking drugs, but i got the jist of what he was saying, and headed further in shore.

After my near death experience, i decided to enjoy the sea in a much safer way, at my own little private beach area.

Wasn't too keen at first, as i can't quite trust my paint to not fall off and become a sea water absorbing clay sponge type creature, but after a while, i plucked up the courage.

Was quite nice actually, until a limpet tried to attach itself to me, obviously mistaking me for some algae cover rock, probably on account of the fact that they ahve no eyes. Daft creatures.

Day One Of Cornwall

Check me out riding shotgun. I bagsied it long before anyone else, but apparantly, being only very small, i dont qualifiy, as it would be too much of a squish in the back to justify me taking up the whole front seat. Bloody sizeist meanies. Spent most of the Six hour journey down to Cornwall sat next to the Pigeon Lady's little brother's ear. Hmpf.

When we got there, we found a massive chess set in the garden. Cheeky tykes challenged me to a game, knowing full well that normal chess pieces are hard for me to move, never mind these towering monstrosities

Made a valiant effort though, and managed to move the queen about an inch. The Pigeon Lady then got bored (shes like that, impatient and competitive) and relegated me to the bench to watch. Probably a good idea, cuz i got very tired moving the queen, and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing i knew, it was dark and i was on a windowsill in my box. So i went back to sleep.

Branching out

I've finally broken free from the clutches of that Pigeon Lady, and have gone freelance! Welcome to my own Blog. To those not in the know, My name is Trevor, or Trev, and i am a pigeon. A 3inch high, clay pigeon admittedly, but a pigeon nonetheless. I used to have aspirations of becoming a postman, but those plans went out of the window after i discovered travel! This blog will be mainly documenting my adventures, and the fellow pigeons and general birdfolk that i meet. Followers of my previous abode, Pigeon Post, will already know that i have travelled down to London to meet Brian the Pigeon ( link One and Two) and i have been on various adventures with The Pigeon Lady. As I'm sure you will have to trawl through lots or rambling bollocks to get the posts about me, I have complied a selection of links for you here;-

Postman Trials 1
Postman Trials 2
Chilling in the Garden
Postman Trials 3
Postman Trails 4
Scuba Outfit
Washing Up Diving
Skiing
Big Mac Challenge
Bonsai Tree
100th Post Office Party
Giant Clog
Dashboard Chums
Me and Speckles
Picking up Chicks
Preparing for London
Arriving Home
Adventures in York
Spooky Halloween!
Me and Graham
Skegness Seaside
Krimblingtons
Merry Krimble
New Years Eve
Snowman
Easter Afterthought

As you can see, her interest in me has waned slightly in the past few months, and she even dropped me so my head fell off and now im all battered and not my youthful, handsome self, so i'm taking the blogging into my own hands. Its a bit tricky, being so small with big feet, but i think i've got the hang of it. Watch this space for my adventures in Cornwall, and for future escapades!

A pigeon