Wednesday 10^th August, 2016

During breakfast two "piked helmet pigeons" (I just call them like that because they have a long pointy feather looking upwards on their head) are straying around our car. Jann looks at them interestingly. Then a third, smaller bird and attacks them. They do not really let themselves disturb, only after a while they hit back to the penetrant troublemaker.

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