April 30, 2020
There was a broken eggshell outside my door on the balcony today. I found another one as I walked across the balcony then I found a baby pigeon in the clematis pot with one of its parents! I wonder why the shells that hatched were strewn across the balcony.
A couple hours later a speckled pigeon ran over and dropped another cracked shell in front of my door. It then flew away, enabling me to get a close-up of the babies.
May 3, 2020
I have been trying to respect their privacy but I can’t resist sneaking up at least once a day in an attempt to get a glimpse of the babies. Today the speckled pigeon flew to the plant pots in front of the balcony door and fluttered their wings expressively before flying off, hightailing it off the balcony. When I looked behind the bbq, the grey one was there watching them sleep.
May 4, 2020
Every morning the same parent – grey pigeon – is perched on the divider, I guess to protect the nest. A really strange looking thin pigeon with orange eyes flew onto the balcony. It repulsed me when we made eye contact. It was weirdly scary. Grey Pigeon flew at it and made it go away.
May 6, 2020
May 8, 2020
8 days old. Feathers are starting to form.
Both parents took off together for a bit in the afternoon. When speckled pigeon came back I dropped some barley seeds in the pot beside their nest as a gift for letting me get close. They seemed less suspicious of me when I came back a few hours later and got this beautiful footage.
May 9, 2020
May 10, 2020
My work was interrupted today by the sound of screaming seagulls outside. There was a hawk on the building across the street devouring something as two seagulls frantically and cautiously swooped at it, not getting too close. I guess it got one of their babies. I went to check on the squabs to see if they were ok. I was relieved to find them both there with their defenses up. I like that the older one was acting tough, showing that they aren’t completely vulnerable now. Either they don’t like the camera, or sensed danger was in the air. Or a combination of both. This photo-documentary might have to come to an end.
May 13, 2020
May 15, 2020
