Just another quiet afternoon picnic with a pigeon coming in to steal your biscuits.
My love/hate relationship with pigeons continues. I’m going to start working on a small pigeon sculpture as well when I have some time. For Christmas my brother bought me a New York pigeon feather displayed in a corked tube with an identification tag describing where it was found. I even own a t-shirt with fake pigeon poop on the shoulder and a small pigeon shaped pin. I just can’t get enough of the pigeons.