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Elmo is generally a happy pigeon. He’s content laying in his nest (a guinea pig nest) twitching furiously at me for the most part of the day / evening, occasionally wondering around the flat and calling me to what he considers ideal corners to roost in.

Sunday wasn’t one of those days. Elmo is a little put out that we have a new pigeon in the house (Malcolm / Minnie) and hasn’t been behaving like himself. He’s very aggressive, and very territorial!

On-top of this we discovered something we thought was hugely entertaining. If we showed Elmo the blue underside of his nest he went absolutely bananas! He’d rush up to it to attack it, wing slap it, and vigorously peck at it. Most unlike Elmo. We may have taken this a little too far on Sunday, and Elmo spent the most part of the afternoon and evening in a foul mood indeed.

On Monday we decided it would be best if we didn’t take Malcolm / Minnie home, to give Elmo and Georgie a break. Elmo is most pleased with this decision and is back to his normal loving self again.


-12°C means little to this little guy :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0mvHXKg2bI

We are of the opinion that Elmo doesn’t consider himself pigeon, but rather as a human. One very confused pigeon we thought.

However, is this entirely true? My recent post on Pij-n-Angels website has made me think that perhaps, us pigeon owners are in fact being turned into pigeons by our beloved pets. Take these rather crazy behavious as examples:

  1. I preen my pigeon. I use my nose as a beak and will run it around his neck, and occasionally tug a few feathers using my lips.
  2. My pigeon feeds me, my little finger being a ‘beak’ he forces down his own throat.
  3. We nest together: On the sofa he will sit near me, or in his nest cooing away trying to get my attention. When we go to sleep we nest together (his bed is my bedside table no more than 4 feet away from my face).
  4. I’ll coo to him, using various tones which any pigeon owner will be able to recognise as aggressive, loving, excited or confused.
  5. I bow my head to get his attention as he does to me.
  6. I’ll allow him to mate with my hand.

So, it would seem I have a very healthy PIGEON relationship.

One worring and very embarrasing pigeon behavour I do is bow my head at people IN PUBLIC. If I find something cute I find myself bowing my head like a pigeon…

I struggle to think of human behavious my pigeon has picked up. So, is he really more human than pigeon, or am I just a little bit more pigeon than I used to be…?


Elmo can see me through the window. I haven’t noticed him yet as I check our bird feeder in the garden but when I glance over to our bedroom window I can see him already in full swing into his pigeon dance. He’s prancing about the bed, bobbing his head and cooing like mad (although I cannot hear a thing through our wonderfully double-glazed windows). He hasn’t realised yet that I’m wearing my warm woollen hat since there’s sleet raining down and the air is cold. In a minute though he’ll see it and stop dancing and start shaking like a leaf, as if I’ve just turned into a big dragon coming to eat him.

Elmo doesn’t like hats. No idea why, but he’s scared senseless of them, even if Richard is wearing one. And Elmo LOVES Richard. Why should a simple hat transform the love of his life? But it does and Elmo will run a mile if anyone is wearing a hat (I could understand it if the hats stick up and are funny shaped but he’s scared of simple beanie type hats too. Weird).

Anyway, I digress. So, I take off my hat and bob my head up and down, shaking my shoulders at Elmo. This gets him even more excited and he’s jumping on the bedside table and back onto the bed, fanning his tail out and cooing. I quickly top up the empty bird feeders with seed, then go open the door to our flat. I can now hear Elmo cooing. He’s probably on the bedside table now waiting for the bedroom door to open. I can also hear Georgie flapping about in her cage. She’s heard me coming in and is eager to come out.

After dumping my coat, shoes, bag, etc., I open the bedroom door and the cooing stops. I peer into the room and I see Elmo stretching his neck forward to see who it is from the bedside table. So sweet! He immediately begins his cooing and his excited dance, showing me how happy he is to have me there. This is the one time that Elmo will like me, when I come home from work. And it is hard not to love him even more when he’s strutting his stuff and telling you he’s so happy to see you.

Georgie is no different. I take her out of her cage and put her on the sofa and she starts twirling around, cooing madly. She’ll follow me around now and demand to sit on my lap, but I must prepare dinner and check my emails and write this blog. I can hear both Elmo and Georgie calling me now, wanting attention and cuddles. Richard isn’t home from work yet but they’ll both start their mad dance again when he gets here. Who could ask for more after a long hard day at work?


Anybody out there ever played hide and seek with a semi-blind pigeon before? You’d think that we, the sighted humans would have the upper hand, however, today Georgie proved us wrong.

Both Georgie and Elmo have free reign over our flat when we’re at home, which both pigeons take advantage of. Georgie usually goes walkabouts once a day, and we normally find her sat in the corner of the kitchen or in the bathroom.

Today, however, after not having seen her for a while we went to look for her in the usual places. Is she in the hallway? No. Bathroom? No. Kitchen? No. Bedroom? No. Hmmm, maybe behind the sofa in the living room? No. … In the bath? No. Bin? No. Laundry basket? No. Etc, etc.

After about an hour of frantic searching (in which we had upturned nearly the whole flat and were calling her name over and over), Richard noticed a pigeon sized hole under the toilet pipe leading behind the tiled bathroom sink. Uh oh. We called her name and listened. No sound. We called again and again. … Then the faint sounds of pigeon footsteps.

The hole Georgie went into

Hole under the toilet pipe leading behind the tiled bathroom sink.

15 mins later the bath is in pieces and Richard’s arm is reaching behind the sink. NOW Georgie thinks of cooing… not while we were searching for her; No, that would have made it too easy for us.

Bathroom in bits n pieces

The bathroom in pieces!

So we manage to pull her out and Georgie’s none the worst for her experience. Who’d have thought that a semi-blind pigeon could play hide and seek so well?

We, on the other hand, are still a bit shaky. My heart’s still racing but I’m very happy to have my darling Georgie back on my lap.

PS. We’ve just moved into our new flat and we never knew this hole existed!!! It’s now blocked so we don’t have a repeat of this incident.

Behind the tiled bathroom sink

The pipe Georgie was standing on behind the bathroom sink.

Georgie after playing hide and seek

Georgie after being dragged out of her hiding place.