so who cares where the sun is
when you are sitting at a dark window
your paws sadly resting on the sill
waiting for that someone
grey clouds gathering
and its looking quite a bit like rain?
Can you see him waiting in the window?
Can you see her, sitting all day on her nest?
And look at him, now its evening, eyes fixed on the dark clouds wondering if it will thunder…..
Up too late to catch the first pink of dawn over the way, I went into garden barefoot,with the camera- what a mistake – the grass was so cold, so wet, I nearly flew back to the kitchen. But the pigeon pair, sitting on one of the lines above under the blue were in the middle of a conversation clearly excited about the hazy golden sun getting ever brighter and still rising in the middle of the gap over the way.
There was a sudden flurry and the gent pigeon took off while the lady remained innocent, still seated, cooing gently – on the line. He landed on another wire nearer the sun and seemed to crawl dejected along it towards the pole looking for his best seat to watch it all.
A few others tried to join him but were quickly seen off!
The sun ever brighter continued to set everything aglow – and then the birds flew away – to chase other things!
…… But look at her back on the line – still there – She has turned to gold –
And he has come back to her – having caught the gold – although I think he got a bit too close! – He obviously lost his head – and is quietly waiting to recover!
With any light mist burned away now gone – the fields to the side beyond the old Cherry tree – are suddenly quite yellow