One Less Pigeon

While making a cup of coffee earlier, my youngest daughter ran into the kitchen, pointing into the garden as she ran – our little black rescue-cat was stalking two hapless pigeons. He was crouched, flat to the floor behind a bag of garden cuttings, while they pecked around in the undergrowth on the opposite side.

After perhaps a minute of waiting, waiting some more, and waiting even longer, we all gathered by the windows, watching him. He finally exploded from his hiding place, and grabbed one of the pigeons at it tried to escape in a silent cloud of feathers.

The next few moments was unintentionally hilarious. My other half ran from the back door, waving her arms at him, ordering him to let the pigeon go (it was still alive, although slightly dishevelled, and hanging from his mouth by one of it’s shoulders). He ran across the garden with it, struggling to carry it, and vanished under a nearby hedge.

We didn’t see what happened to it after that, and he didn’t come home for anything to eat at lunchtime. I think we can work it out.

By Jonathan

Developer, Writer, Runner

13 replies on “One Less Pigeon”

Me either – seeing the cat kill the pigeon reminded me of a story I once heard when visiting a bird of prey sanctuary. The handler of a peregrine falcon was talking to the crowd about an incident that had happened years ago – where he was displaying the falcon, flying to a lure, and a pigeon took off and flew over the field. The entire crowd saw the falcon high above the field spot the pigeon, and wind it’s wings in. And for that moment, no matter the beliefs of everybody in the crowd – pacifist, whatever – he said you could feel a huge “GO ON!” sweep through the crowd. Of course then the crowd found out what happens when a falcon hits a pigeon at 150mph πŸ™‚ (bits went all over the crowd)

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My aunt lives in a really old house (400+ years old) – she grew up in it. When I was little we used to visit, and they had several barns and stables across the yard, which were full of mice and rats. They also had a group of cats that lived in the barn – and my grandfather wouldn’t feed them often on purpose – to force them to pull their weight.


It’s been really useful as the kids have grown up though – seeing the cats kill mice, birds, and so on – and we’ve lost chickens to foxes a few times. Although sad at the time, it reminds us that nature has it’s own rules. The cat has evolved to hunt – it’s kind of hard wired in. The fox had cubs to feed. The funny thing? All the other cat ever catches and eats is spiders and moths.


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