Pigeons

I’m slightly worried about my local pigeons.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

I don’t expect to get much sympathy.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

They’re usually fed by a motley assortment of old men.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

The men used to coalesce, as if by magic, around the Town Quay, bringing sliced bread and bird food.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

They’re probably sheltering indoors. The men, that is.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

The snack cabin is closed, so there’s no cup of tea for them, even if they did come out. The men, that is.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

I’m still here for them. The pigeons, that is.

Feral Pigeon - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

They are my photographic models and I pay them in birdseed. The pigeons, that is.

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