My favourite neighbour

I like to feed the pigeons that live in the eaves of my building. The bravest of them is mostly white with pale orange speckling. My boyfriend named this pigeon "Odette", on a baseless guess that she might be a girl.

Odette has been bringing other local pigeons to my balcony, often when I'm out there smoking. She'll peck around, and walk right up to me, then look back to her friend as if reassuring them it's safe, that I'm a nice human. Only one other pigeon has come around often enough for me to recognise by sight, who I named Arnold because he (again, baseless guess) has a marking on his face that reminded me of Arnie's damage prosthetic in Terminator 2.

I should feed them more often now it's getting cold.

As I write this, Odette and a guest are currently pecking around the crumbs and dried cranberries I put out last night (not too many cranberries, I don't want to overload them with sugars, but I do want them to value this spot as a good source of calories). Nature is beautiful man