The pigeons have returned! The pair that spend every winter in the tree outside my window. They seem to disappear in the spring and summer, but they come back around October. This year they're late - they've only just arrived. It's not a popular bird tree. It's only these two who use it. They sit on a branch, side by side, facing away from the house. So I get to see their hunched back views - all rounded pigeon shoulders and tiny heads. Sometimes they sit carefully on separate branches, turned away from each other. I know it's projection, but the sense of huff is palpable. On one occasion, it was different sides of the tree. Very dramatic. However, this (see right) is standard. But sometimes it's like they're glued together. Maybe cold, maybe plotting. I'd like to think plotting. It makes for good viewing.
Today I went to Staines again*. Twice in one year is enough.
(* Shades of Daphne. 'Last night I dreamt of Manderley again'. Perhaps not quite in the same league...)
On the way there, Radio 4 - Mary Berry (the Ice Queen of Cookery) taking questions from listeners. Chestnut panic! Dry turkey dilemma! To brine or not to brine! Goose fat dearth! Roast potato shame! It seems that there is little that cannot be solved with 'the skewer test' or 'resting'. As with most things in life.
As you can probably tell, today has been uneventful. And I have written four posts - so am running out of steam. Enough skewering. Rest.
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