Of pigeons and other cheeky birds

There, I’ll say it: the birds on this island think they can get away with murder (for clarity, not in a Hitchcock kind of way).

I’ve been doing a lot of writing on our balcony at the hotel, and not a day goes by without a blackbird, a sandpiper, a pigeon or all three trying to get past me, hop (not fly) into the room, and steal (I kid you not) a packet of Sweet’N Low from the coffee tray, which they then sometimes drag out onto the balcony, and pick to pieces. I tell you, there aren’t many things scarier than coming out of the bathroom after a shower and finding a couple of blackbirds with bright yellow eyes feasting on the remains of a pink packet. Continue reading