The
birds of London are noisy – they have to be in order to hear each
other above the traffic, the trains, the sirens and the ever present,
but no one knows why, helicopters.
Among
the noisiest, the most quarrelsome, are the crows and the ravens,
large and black and almost impossible for a short sighted amateur to
tell apart. One tip, if the black bird is smallish and making an
agreeable sound, it is just that – a blackbird.
Of
course, the most noticeable bird in London is the pigeon. This
multicoloured bird, once un-amiably described as ‘a rat with
wings’..is a joy to children and sedentary old people everywhere.
The latter often feed them, leading to great numbers in one place.
Then the children chase them with whoops of joy.
Sadly,
pigeon shit is far from being guano, it is much disliked by motorists
and owners of important buildings. That is why so many of them have
spiked ribbons glued to window sills. The Royal Automobile Club
even has a couple of imitation radio guided hawks that glide over its
back garden to keep the pigeons away.
So far, I have not heard a turtle dove but will continue to hope. After all, love is always in the air of London.
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