Dead animals in boxes/taxidermy displays are commonplace in London; housed in big shiny ad agencies and fancy-pants gastropubs. Many displays are ‘realistic’ setting displays, where not only the animal is celebrated, but its natural habitat too.
Pigeons generally divide opinion between: ‘Flying, disease-laden rat-bastards’ and ‘Look at those pretty feathers, that cooing sound is so soothing’. I’m firmly in the latter camp. This led me to purchase a stuffed feral pigeon and build a box for him to sit in.
Having made this pigeon box; I now know floors better than you do. Floors are full of nuances: the cracks, paving slab layouts, the litter, the stains and tonnes of weeds and moss—proving that without the continual upkeep, London would be green.
Often floors reveal more about an area than the buildings do.
I’ve always been pro pigeon. As a kid, I used to collect the unsold bread from the bakery and feed the pigeons alongside the moat of Beaumaris Castle. Tourists would photograph me with pigeons landing on my arms and head. Some people become “that crazy pigeon person” in their twilight years, I got it over with really early.
This pigeon is mine. If you want one of your own, get in touch with me.
What are you waiting for?
Bag a bird