I was standing in the bus station in Nottingham this afternoon, waiting for a bus home, when I noticed that the three pigeons on the ground in front of me were actually really fascinating.
They were eating, as pigeons tend to do.
The biggest, who for the purposes of this we shall call Moe, had found a bit of a hamburger bun, about an inch square, which was much too big for him to eat in one go. So he was pecking at it, grabbing hold of it and throwing it around with his beak to break bits off. Of course, every time he got hold of it and shook it about, it flew off over his head and hit him on the back. This surprise him and he waddled off in disgust.
So in comes Curly, slightly smaller than Moe, who tried to eat the bread by tapping it with his beak, breaking bits off that way. He ended up pushing the bun around in circles, until eventually he pushed it into the littlest friend, Larry.
Larry did as Moe did, throwing the bread around, but he knew exactly where it was going each time. I think he probably managed to eat the most.
The strange thing is that they seemed to be taking turns eating the bread, about 30 seconds each, before passing it on to the next one. There was no squabbling, just polite snacking. They weren’t at all bothered by the buses passing by them, hopping onto the curb to get out of the way of those that came too close, until my bus, the one that would stop on top of them, appeared round the corner, at which point they flew off, well before the bus got anywhere near them…