Fat pigeon

Since it is by far the boldest of the many birds that visit for the seeds on offer it remains to scoff alone while all the others have been scared away by my approach. It just looks across at me from time to time, unconcerned. And if it arrives on bare grass it just struts about looking at us, and waiting. I am surprised it can still fly.

Time for Pigeon Pie? After it dies naturally from over-eating, perhaps, killed by kindness.