York

Took a trip to York today, and on the way, met up with the dashboard crew, Bugs and Wilf

York is a historical town, with many sights, attractions and shops. As it is a rather rainy Sunday and the local pigeon population are, rather sensibly, hiding somewhere dry, I spend a considerable amount of time in a coffee shop.
Argh!! Tragedy strikes! That dozy, clumsy-ass pigeon lady has only broken off my foot - again!! Jesus, such a ham-fisted cow!

She had better superglue it back on again!

Trev's Impressions

TREVOR MCDONALD

Not Letting the Rain Drag me Down

Even though it has been rainy outside, The Pigeon Lady cheered us up the other day by bringing home a ''Pebble Beach Garden''. God she does buy some crap. She said its because she hasn't had time to take me to the beach or do anything else exciting.

So she dumped me and Kev in it like two children being dumped in a sand pit, and she buggered of. She wouldn't even let me have some water so I could make a sand castle. Said she was too busy ''doing something important'' involving faffing about with a guinea pig run. Puh. So in rebellion i played ''burying the smallest member of the group''.

That got boring after a while, and while Kev was shaking out his feather, muttering in a high pitched voice, some careless person wandered past and lost a flip flop. We were mostly horrified by the shocking pattern. Not classy.

But then I realised it was colour coded with my blog (blue and orange) so Kev spent a while laughing at me about that. I threatened to bury him again and was just about to when a seagull crashed our beach party

He said his name was Nigel, and we had a good ole chat. You see, we pigeons have a lot in common with seagulls, as we are both considered pests, but when you get to know us, we have an earthy, twinkly charm. Much like the Irish. We are solid, good old fashioned no nonsense persons. And damn handsome to boot. (this doesn't apply to the Irish. Well, not all of them.) Of course, seagulls are considerably denser than pigeons, as they will eat something the size of their own body in one gulp. Us pigeons have the common sense to chuck it around first to break off small, more manageable bits.

When Nigel flew off (we sent our regards to the real seaside crew) i relaxed and bathed in the glow of the clouds strewn skies and 100watt bulb of the Pigeon Lady's bedroom. I might convince her to let us have a campfire at some point.

A Mini Me

After Philip randomly called me Kevin earlier (not that its a bad thing, its a top name) I thought i would contact my nephew, also named Kevin. After a few emails, he said that he would be able to come up for a visit.

Bless his little soul, he's still only a baby pigeon, so he had a bit of a hairy ride over here on the train, as he was nearly abducted by a small girl (well, she was big compared to him) so he pecked her and ran off and hid behind a discarded Chewitt wrapper until it was his stop. To prove how tiny he is, this is him stood on a 2p piece:

The reason his eyes are shut is because he hasn't quite grown into his feathers yet, so they obscure his eyes a bit. Makes him look cute and squinty though.

Hopefully Me and Kevin will be able to tour the area, checking out new pigeon meeting places.

Also, as you can see, i am completely healed after the wing incident. I have also has a new lick of paint and reconstructive tie surgery. Its amazing what a bit of Blu Tac can do. Marvellous.