It's not only 'mad dogs and Englishmen' that 'go out in the midday sun.' So do pigeons. Over-sexed, over-fed and definitely over-here in our garden. I am beginning to wonder if this ménage á trois bunch of columbidae were so enamoured of our company that they followed us to our new home.
We have a male pigeon and his lady love and also, once again, billy-no-mates trailing in their wake, to be chased away when he becomes too much of a nusiance, or intrudes upon their more amorous moments.
And believe me, these are many and varied and I will not go into the details here. I know that 'in the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love'. I suspect the pigeons in our garden are descended from the very ones that inhabited Tennyson's garden and now is the mating season, but really, there's a time and a place and I don't see why it has to be all over our garden.
Our amorous Mr Pigeon does not discriminate in his choice of venue - on top of the fence, the greenhouse roof, the shed roof, the edge of the pond for goodness sake. It is not as if we are without our share of trees, indeed we are surrounded with 'em. I don't know if it's more difficult for a large pigeon to do the necessary on a swaying branch and hence he favours the stability of the fence/shed/pond, or whether he is just an exhibitionist. Whatever the reason, we are daily 'treated' to a lively performance - that is, when Mrs P is in the mood.
And Mrs P is not always in the mood. Mr Pigeon can bow and scrape obsequiously in front of her 'till God's Kingdom cometh, but if she's not willing, she's not willing. Nevertheless, he pursues the poor lady all over the garden, up and down the trees and back again, until they both must be exhausted and he probably hasn't the energy left over for anything else anyway. But when those pigeon hormones kick in, a bird has to do what a bird has to do. Mrs P can be as contrary as she likes, Mr P is not giving up anytime soon.
I leave you, dear reader, to draw your own life lessons from the antics of our feathered friends and their sometime ménage á trois. As long as spouse doesn't start eyeing up the shed roof speculatively .......