The pigeons didn’t know what hit them. One minute they were pecking indiscriminately at the park’s grass in the hope of some beige object being food, and the next a toddler was stumbling toward them at speed, arms flailing, with the war-cry of “Pidgieeeeee!” The pigeons escaped but the image stayed in my mind – the joy of the child, the rapid-response of the pigeons. From that day, all birds became known as Pidgies. Crows: Black Pidgies. Ibis: Long-leg Pidgies. Seagulls: Sea Pidgies. And, whenever I see them, “Pidgieeeeee” squeals through my mind and I’m transported to a place of joy.
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