The recent absence from home meant that the two gammie-legged pigeons were due to perform a fly past. Once their natural predators, ie domestic cats had been lured inside by the sound of "Whiskas" being dished up (probably Pigeon flavoured), the evenings spectacle could begin.
These birds specialise in formation flying, high above the Lime trees and as far as Mrs Pattersons roof, but generally circling around what they now consider home. Their walking disabilities which greatly affect survival on the pavement outside Woolworths makes little difference to their airborne manouvres.
Perching is obviously problematic so they head for the roof of the hen house rather than the clothes line. Donnie the longest resident is keen to get settled down in the hen house itself, whereas Whistle continues to fly around until its almost dark.
In common with other birds other than owls they can't see a damn thing at night so are easily grabbed and returned to captivity before falling victim to something with superior vision.
Donnie in particular has little real idea of the cats daytime interest from the other side of the chicken wire, and would be "easy meat", as they say.
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