We had a visitor. It watched kickball. Watched us watching it. And flew circles around us and our house. It perched right there in its spot for a couple of weeks. It was "our bird" and we miss its daily flybys and polite spectator skills.
Head like a vulture, walks like a pigeon, squatty chicken body, but definitely some type of pigeon. That's the bird word from the Lockharts.
Goodbye pickenverky; we hope you didn't leave a nest behind. We don't have a ladder tall enough to reach up there. The Little Giant just isn't that tall.
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