On the street where I live, which is actually a square, is the most beautiful Spanish church…around the church the old people gather, about 5pm, after a big lunch and a long deserving siesta. Above them, hanging around the roof tops and windows, sit the birds, observing together, playing together and eating together, very much a part of the church square vista as anyone.
I spotted the bobbing silhouettes of the pigeons and instinctively grabbed my camera to capture them in flight as they headed across the square and found new points of view.
Poor pigeon´s get a hard time, I´ve heard them compared to flying rats, they´re natural dispensation towards breeding all year round makes them vermin, and that they eat anything makes vultures…but what would a square be without the beloved pigeon?