Pigeons

I can hear the wood pigeons cooing in the trees outside. The sound always reminds me of home. It also reminds me of my mum, who says she would like to catch one of the pigeons and put it in a pie. I am not sure that you would actually get much meat from a poor pigeon, and I wouldn't want to eat one anyway, but still she is determined. One day, I think she will train the cat to catch one specially for her pie-making endeavour.