A pigeon had taken up residence in the Dubray Books window on St. Patrick Street, wedged comfortably between Michael Palin and a Lonely Planet guide which is frankly better taste in travel literature than most of us manage. It sat there among the carefully arranged display like it had been hired for the job, unbothered…

If there’s one thing that was a constant in the old Bishop Lucey Park in Cork it was the pigeons. They swarmed over the old city wall where humans were denied because of a fence around it. Sometimes the wall was thick with them, waiting for a child to come along and scream and laugh…

While waiting for the train in Athens, I spotted a pigeon walking around the station, calm as you can imagine, as if he owned the place. A few minutes later, a train rolled in, passengers started moving, and the pigeon flew into the rafters. Observing all that he rules.

A pigeon basking in the setting sun of a lovely March day in Cork City.

A seagull on the pier in Santa Cruz, California. This was taken early one morning on a sunrise photowalk with Marcus. It was so early I almost slept in and had to hurry to catch up with him!