Photo-a-Day (Wednesday, 8th August, 2018)
Not everyone likes Percy and Pru! A bit too pompous they say. Nodding to each other in their grey business suits and glossy purple green waistcoats with that pretentious touch of white cravat. Who do they think they are?
Well, they think they're the backbone of the nation that's what!
They are the doers. The engineers. The sappers. Singing is too trivial for them. If a bridge needs building they'll build it! Their navigation and trigonometric skills are unparalleled. A cigar and Brunnel stove hat would suit them well!
And what athletes!Easily matching the swallow for endurance despite their beer bellies.
Yes, Percy and Pru believe in the nation that they helped save.
They despise the ravenous underclass of gulls, those on benefits birds who give them a bad name for they wouldn't be seen dead near a dump.
No, they are municipal fountain statue perching park types.
Their only fear is the working class Blackbird, that most talented of all singers in his plain and dour dress.
It is well he knows his place and is devoted to his pleasures!
But most of all they hate the aristocracy. The strutting peacocks who can't sing or build bridges!
The vacuous talentless TV celebrity birds who pull the country down.
They're rather judgemental are Percy and Pru and a little self regarding and that's why most folk don't like them.
I can hear the conversation in the photo above;
" Stick out your chest Pru and show your medal that saved the nation".
" Will do Percy,and if the people are ever stuck again they can put us in a pie".
Theres a bit more to the photo than two pigeons! It looks like the sun dial - I have a photo taken near to it in the sixties.
I agree Veronica.What's with the song and dance about 2 pigeons ??Good pic of a nice spot.
Poet, that’s a better description of a Pigeon than the one they usually get of “Flying rats”. They may be a nuisance sometimes but they are ‘Survivers’.
My Dad proposed to my Mum in there :)
That's clever Poet - and they're always in pairs- you never seem to see a lone pigeon. (unless one dies....and then they look so pathetic!)