Speaking of pigeons. Last Saturday I was coming out of the house when I noticed a dead pigeon lying on the steps. It wasn’t sprawled out on the steps but lying neatly between the step and the wall. At first I thought Sam our car had caught it but there was no blood and then I noticed the single bullet hole in the chest.
It was a very unfortunate pigeon as the village is a no hunting area and in fact just yards from where it lay there is a sign indicating that this area is not only a “hunt free area” but also an “oasis of safety”.
The bird was doubly unfortunate as Sunday was the end of the hunting season. Another 24 hours and it would have lived to “coo” another year.