Well, sort of.
When Hubby was in one of his favoured DIY shops, I stayed in the car with the dog, and became intrigued with the behaviour of half a dozen or so feral pigeons on the industrial unit roof opposite.
Ferals tend to look grubby and dishevelled in comparison to the handsome collared and impeccably groomed wood pigeon.
Clint Eastwood’s character in the 1993 film In the Line of Fire says he knows a lot about pigeons .
Now whether he does or not is anyone’s guess, but I’m learning!
All that billing and cooing as they rub bills and coo softly to each other is cute.
And I’ve seen males fluff themselves up to more than twice their size to impress the gals only to end up deflated when said females fly off.
Coming back to today though, a male was strutting his stuff behind a female who was interested, but playing hard to get. She’d let him get close then turn suddenly on her tail feathers, but he’d follow suit, patiently bobbing his head up and down as he closed the distance, fluffing his feathers but not wishing to rush her.
After a few minutes, he was rewarded as she accepted him on her back, and the deed was done.
Now I’m not sure if it was the wind or pure elation, but that bird almost did a barrel roll in flight, as if punching the air at his success as he flew off away from the female who remained on the roof along with the other birds who watched him go.
Another male then started the same procedure with his lady love, though she wasn’t half as accommodating and just before the moment of contact, took off leaving him in her wake.
I swear I saw his shoulders slump in defeat.