Urban environments are not just concrete jungles devoid of wildlife; they are their own ecosystems where humans and animals coexist. A recent study published in the Journal of Urban Ecology sheds light on how city residents perceive the presence of various animals in their immediate surroundings. T he study provides valuable insights into urban residents […]
Tag: Pigeons
The Zen of Pigeon
Pigeons in their private zen Find a respite now and then They close their eyes What do they dream of Comfort and silence In the presence of love.
Primary school children are filming themselves killing and torturing wild animals including swans, deer and squirrels then sharing the grisly videos on WhatsApp in ‘sick’ nation-wide ‘trend’
Primary school children are filming themselves killing and torturing wild animals and sharing the grisly videos on WhatsApp in a ‘sick’ nation-wide ‘trend’. Around 500 youths across 11 groups, which include primary school children, have shared graphic photos and videos of wounded and dead animals killed using a hand-held catapult. Swans, deer, pigeons, foxes, squirrels, […]
Pigeons are perfection
Pigeons are perfection Poetic grace Feathers in symmetry Whether in flight Or in their Favorite place
Protecting Your Space: Ethical Solutions for Pigeon Control
The fluttering wings and cooing sounds of pigeons might have a charm in the countryside, but in the cities, they’re often less romanticized and more problematic. They perch, they peck, and let’s face it – they leave more than just footprints behind. From balconies littered with droppings to health concerns due to their droves, pigeons […]
Garage Eagle Lore
I am a garage eagle My mountains are made Of concrete and brick. Metal, smoking animals Crawl through my Cave. Bellowing and loud Sometimes they Hit us. I feed here and here is where my mate And family dwells. My aerie is a Compartment A recess in the wall. Here i nest and I rest. […]
Pretty Pigeons
And a poem – Pigeons by Richard Kell They paddle with staccato feet In powder-pools of sunlight, Small blue busybodies Strutting like fat gentlemen With hands clasped Under their swallowtail coats; And, as they stump about, Their heads like tiny hammers Tap at imaginary nails In non-existent walls. Elusive ghosts of sunshine Slither down the […]