A pigeon in Cork, somewhere. I’m in Quebec. It’s raining a bit but hopefully I’ll get out this morning for a look around. Luggage still hasn’t arrived, but someone rang at 2am to say it would be delivered here. Yay.
The pigeon flies away! Besides the beautiful swans, there’s the usual gathering of pigeons waddling along on the path picking up bread crumbs. Too tempting. I had to chase after them and encourage them to fly a little. Some of them need the exercise!