It’s like an image from holiday brochures or a 70s tee-shirt or album cover. It’s a moment of visual perfection. Galahs. Sunset. Trees.
Most days, while drinking my tea on the balcony, I watch the pigeons on the roof of the warehouse next door.
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!”
I’d signed up for the #100happydays challenge, which involves capturing “happy” moments in a photo a day for 100 days, and was to begin in five days. Then I saw the birds.