For years, our big palm tree was infested with pigeons. 
At one point I counted 36 pigeons, and several nests. They sat on the roof and their droppings blocked the guttering. They cooed down the chimney and copulated on our window ledges. And all sorts of weeds started to grow out of the top of the palm, and when Pascal came to trim the tree it was a dirty job.
Until a few weeks ago, when our neighbour saw a pigeon flying across the bottom of our garden being zapped by an eagle. It didn't even take it to the ground, but flew off with the poor pigeon in its claw.
Since that day, the pigeons have completely disappeared. I suppose they have gone down to the fleshpots of Cannes, where they hang around the beaches. Anyway we have peace. Fortunately the pair of ringdoves which sit in our cherry tree are still there.
Pigeons or ring doves, - don't they all just spread sh.. and make noise?
Sorry, - I just do not know enough about these birds.
And I have this nasty phrase in my head: Pigeons - the rats of the air.
Posted by: Tone | October 01, 2007 at 08:05 PM