Lovely looking place. Or should I say "It's so magnificent that it made me Gaspe" (stop me if you've heard it before... ha ha).
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I drove down the street, it's a very gently sloping hill, reminiscent of the kind of hill that overprotective parents would approve of, if their children were allowed to have billy carts.
About half way down, there were four crested pigeons sunning themselves in the middle of the road.
I slowed down to let them move off the road, but they didn't.
They formed a line, four across, across the road, and proceeded to walk, quickly, along the road.
At about three and a half kilometres an hour. (Slip car into neutral and use the brakes to maintain an even pace).
After about the first hundred metres, or so, the pigeon on the right suddenly decided to turn right and head for the nature strip.
From where it kept pace with the other three.
That didn't last long.
It felt left out, so it ran back onto the road, and joined the others.
Just as suddenly, the second pigeon from the left channeled it's inner grouse during shooting season on a wealthy man's Scottish estate and with a snap of its wings, flew away.
The other three pigeons weren't to be outdone, and joined it in flight, and I got to put the car back in gear, and get on with my afternoon, ha ha.
Silly, silly birds...
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