Enjoying the last reasonably warm days of the year, I decided to have my lunch outside today. It didn’t take long before I got the company of three finches. They landed behind me on the ledge of a raised garden and sat there chirping up a storm, all the while eying my sandwich and moving their heads from side to side.
Who can resist such charm? I certainly couldn’t, so I broke off three pieces of bread and placed them on the ledge. Two of the finches hopped a safe distance away, but one stayed put. He hopped towards the bread and started nibbling.
When the other two saw that the coast was clear, they too came hopping back and pecked at the bread. When they were finished they started chirping again and turning on the charm with their little heads. So I gave them some more.
When the finches belly was full (I guess it doesn’t take much to have their hunger satisfied) a pigeon took their place. He too sat eyeing me, cocking his head and clearly waiting for some crumbs.
From experience I knew that, if I gave this pigeon something to eat, his friend would join him en masse. Still, who can resist those little black beady eyes? I certainly couldn’t. So I have him something. While he pecked at the bread, ten or so other pigeons landed at my feet.
I gave the pigeon behind me some more and also gave something to his friends.
I gave the pigeon behind me some more and also gave something to his friends.
The pigeon behind me got braver and braver, coming closer and closer, until he had positioned himself an inch or so away from my shoulder. Even though I continued to feed the pigeons on the ground, he did not join them, but waited patiently for his share.
When my sandwich was finished and I brushed off my hands, I turned to my grey feathered friend and told him “All done. See, no more.”
The pigeon cocked his head, looked at me and flew away.
The pigeon cocked his head, looked at me and flew away.
Had he understood what I said?