You go away for five damn days and you've got totally different pigeons on your hands, am I right??
Little and Big have undergone quite an evolution. Big is much bigger, Little is not too much larger than when I left last week, but both have feathered out much more - their little wings sprouting the recognizable pigeon patterns. I'm a tiny bit nervous about Little - he's significantly smaller than Big, but I'm hoping it's just from being two-or-so days younger.
Some of you may remember last year BabyPigeon used to peck at me whenever I'd come near the window. BP was a feisty little bugger. This year, Big has taken over the Intimidate-The-Huge-Face-Creature duties, but instead of pecking, Big opens up its little wings, puffs up into a fluff ball and looks at me angrily. Little still seems to be more introspective, cocking its weird head quizzically at me.
They're walking around a bit, exploring their 2' by 3' environs. Hobbling is probably a more accurate term - they're not the most graceful creatures.
Speaking of gracelessness, I present these two videos. The first horror show I call "Consumption" - a warning, duel baby pigeon feeding is not attractive. The second I call "Who Dat??!" titled after Dad/Mom caught me checking out the feeding.
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