Now, I don't mind birds watching me; after all, I watch them on a number of occasions. However, I wasn't too happy to discover a pigeon so near to my urban (NYC) garden, and, I definitely did not want him/her to come into my garden!
As it happens Juan V had seen a pigeon resting in this tree when he and I worked together this past Tuesday. And, so on Friday morning, the moment I realized that a pigeon was staring at me as I worked at making coffee in my kitchen; I was hoping this was the same guy-gal, because I don't want the word to get out into the pigeon community that a lone chickadee, a lone downy woodpecker, a lone cardinal couple (who are now known as Cam and Mac), a few bluejays, a few common grackles, a number of dark-eyed juncoes, a few tuft titmouses, a number of female and male house finches, a number of mourning doves, as well as a number of white-breasted sparrows nosh here.
Pigeons tend to take over any area that they visit, and because they can get ample food elsewhere, that is where I want them to dine: elsewhere!
I have no way of knowing if the pigeon who was staring at me as I made coffee was the same one Juan had seen or a different one, or, if he/she was hinting around that he/she might like some coffee too!
Whatever his/her motive was, my hopes that he/she would not come into my garden were dashed for he/she made himself at home on the east ledge of my garden, noshing where others had dropped their seeds!
And he/she began to eye my kiwi vines!
Today, Sunday, he/she has returned, and is no longer on the ledge, but is inside my garden, and is snacking on seeds that the other birds have dropped from the feeder, and someone — and I am not saying it was the pigeon — has knocked my suet-log off from where it was hanging; and it has landed on the deck of the building directly west of me (which is the opposite side of my terrace from where I first saw the pigeon)! The "crime scene" can be seen in the image below, where my fallen suet-log is circled in red!
So either the pigeon doesn't know his/her strength, or wind has knocked it down (but that's unlikely for it had "survived" heavy winds), as my other visiting birds that have interacted with it are not able to topple the suet feeder from where it had been hanging!
In any event, unlike Bert from Sesame Street , I am not singing any songs such as he did with the following lyrics: