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ginger pigeon

I saw a ginger pigeon yesterday. Shining bronze and copper among all his concrete brothers. He was looking fine; healthy, smooth feathers and bright eyes, a stark contract to his bedraggled, grey, knobble-footed brothers. I wondered if he gets teased by all of the other pigeons? ‘Oi, ginger wings.’ A pigeon only a mother could […]