Slow allotment gardening in the life of a busy family
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Or if not this pigeon, at least one of its relatives feasted on my kale. You would think the pigeon equivalent of butter wouldn't melt in its mouth, tho. "Who, me?" it seems to be saying. I caught this one peering in through our kitchen window - presumably to see if any tasty greens were available. Still, they are rather beautiful birds.