WHERE HAVE ALL THE PIGEONS GONE?
A couple of years back, I could alway hear the daily whirring of the neighborhood pigeons as they flew into my back yard to see what food I put our for the wildlife that came calling for a morning or afternoon snack. Sometimes it might be a bit dog food left in Nickie’s food bowl or dried cat food left in Oscar’s bowl.
Surprisingly, they were very good friends in spite of being very picky eaters. Usually, though, it was just stale bread which seemed to be the native food of the pigeon world. Well, Nickie was getting up in dog years, and one night she went to sleep and failed to get up the next morning. I gave her a very nice funeral in the back yard that Oscar refused to attend. After that he refused to associate with me, and eventually, I had to send him away.
With no pets supplying leftover bits of food for the birds, I started buying seed mixed for the native songbirds. Unfortunately, pigeons have never been asked to join the native songbirds of America union, and eventually they stop dropping by for lunch of dinner.
And eventually, they totally stopped visiting the yard.
I do have a much higher class of avian clientele dropping by for lunch these days, and I don’t have to worry about being hit with pigeon poop any more. Pigeons do have very unsanitary flight habits. And it’s all for the good, since Mlle. Renee never leaves leftovers in her food dish.