Looks more pleasant than he is

We feed the birds through most of the year. The feeders are stalked
and guarded by a half-dozen pigeons, or rock doves, whatever. The
pigeons are drunken pigs. They discovered a few years ago they could
swing the hanging feeder to dump seed all over the ground where each
of their pigeon friends could gorge until it was their turn to do the
swing thing. This winter one has discovered that he can squeeze
himself into the tight shelf under the holding tank of the big feeder
and just sit there eating and keeping little birds away. He looks to
be passed out in the feeding trough.

When they are bored and sleepy, they fly up to the corner of our roof,
and those of our neighbours' roofs, and coo like they mean no harm.
But they leave their droppings all over the roofs (inviting mosses!)
and on the chairs and rails down below.

They look so pretty. But if I had a friend who was interested in
pigeon pie, I'd let them know where to come.

This was taken a few days ago with the Olympus E-P2 (and its long
lens, 75mm) through two layers of window glass.