caught turning to gold

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.

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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.

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A few others tried to join him but were quickly seen off!

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The sun ever brighter continued to set everything aglow – and then the birds flew away – to chase other things!

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…… But look at her back on the line – still there – She has turned to gold –
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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!

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With any light mist burned away now gone – the fields to the side beyond the old Cherry tree – are suddenly quite yellow

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Gill McGrath© April 21. beautiful day Early Bird

Why a pigeon moans [ originally ‘why a bird moans’]

Why do Pigeons always moan?
I kind of think I know.
because one bird told me all aglow

in this Pigeon Post I found
by the lines……

…a small tear stained note
in feathery hand……

(You don’t have to believe)but

….this is what it said:

‘Hear me moaning
On the roof again….
My tears are falling fast
It wasn’t meant to be like this
I thought my chicks would fly away
To see the stars
To feel the rain
And then one day
Come flying back to me again
With pretty finds
And chirpy smiles
But they flew off
Too fast too soon
Soared for miles and miles and miles-
And they hardly turned their heads again
So now
I’ve been left forever
On my own cloud of rain
Barely to recover
Barely able to smile again
It’s why I sit here moaning by your bedroom window on the wire
…Oookay To be honest- all the lines around your house…
It’s here I dry my tear stained feathers
And where I turn me into gold
By the Western evening fire’

Golden Bird
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If I don’t turn to toast first!

Don’t you just love ’em!

Gill McGrath©[A follow on from Jenny’s Fairies©] originally published  here as ‘why a bird moans ‘In touch with Emma’ September 17 2014