Every January, Satya and Kaspa of Writing Our Way Home challenge us to write small stones thoughout the month. Here is my small stone for today.
Day 10
Soft, soft and dreamy cooing song of the Wood Pigeon, muffled notes of such depth and rhythm. I forgive you for the cabbages.
Polly Robinson © 2013
10/01/2013 at 10:05
They so ravage a garden that I forgot about their hypnotic song. Thank you, and good morning, Polly.
10/01/2013 at 14:29
Lovely description of their song: hypnotic
10/01/2013 at 12:16
Oh they are soooooo damn disasterous in the garden!!
10/01/2013 at 14:30
Yes, they are naughty pigeons …
10/01/2013 at 12:30
Love this Polly. I like the sound of pigeons
10/01/2013 at 14:31
Me too, Norma. Lovely to wake up to, especially nice to hear just after dawn
10/01/2013 at 12:32
Very charming. k.
10/01/2013 at 14:31
Thanks k.
10/01/2013 at 13:43
Hehe this is heartwarming
10/01/2013 at 14:31
Well, they’re naughty things ripping the heart out of cabbages, but they are lovely to listen to …
10/01/2013 at 17:54
My pigeons try to squash themselves into the tiny birdhouse designed for the small birds – they look comical! Sheffield pigeons are hard and quite intimidating – I think they have tattoos under them there feathers!!
10/01/2013 at 19:10
heh-heh … love the idea of tatts under the feathers … ooooh, you have made me giggle
10/01/2013 at 17:46
i def. would agree on hypnotic…wonderful
10/01/2013 at 19:11
It’s a wonderful word to describe them ~ wish I’d thought of it ~ heh-heh
10/01/2013 at 18:43
‘Soft dreamy cooing’ forgives everything, doesn’t it?
10/01/2013 at 19:12
All those lovely round vowels … yes, most forgiving ~ until they start on the brassicas (!) heh-heh