When love makes war impossible…

Luxuriating in the morning sunshine, drinking my mug of coffee while inspecting what the new day has brought to the garden.

The Christmas roses are coming on nicely…Tick!

…the brassicas, the br…hang on!

My broccoli is being eaten! By this very wood pigeon! What the…! So I shout at it and I lounge at it…I make angry faces and wave my hands, menacingly, in the air! Shoo!

…and all she does is curl up and start cooing at me! She is singing me a throaty love song about brassicas and how good they taste.
How can you scare pigeons away if they are that trusting. She is so close I could pick her up at any moment. But I don’t.
Time for Plan B


A Cabbage Prison must be built, a Pigeon Exclusion Zone!

…and everywhere I went, she came too. I marched to pick up canes and netting, she hopped along, nibbling at dandelion leaves as she went.

So I decided on a compromise.

I left her my remaining savoy cabbage. They’re pretty nibbled anyway.
But I’m thinking that Foxy will have a nice fat Pigeon Pudding tonight. She’s just too tame.
I try not dwell on it too much.


About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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4 Responses to When love makes war impossible…

  1. roma1912 says:

    Too late I’m dwelling on Foxy’s night time feeding habits


  2. Sonel says:

    Awww, isn’t she just adorable! That was so nice of you to share with her Anna. Clearly she trust you very much. 😀 Lovely shots hon! 😀


    • Anna says:

      Thank you for your visit, Sonel; I think she perhaps is ill and very slow…I have never noticed her before among the ten or fifteen other woodpigeons that visit on a regular basis.


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