All Things Ornithological

I’M absolutely convinced the pair of inseparable wood pigeons that wake me up every morning, each of which is utterly devoted to its mate, do so in a slightly different accent to their English cousins. I know the language of love is supposed to be universal, but too much 'cooing' and not enough 'wooing' can be torture for the ears.

I suppose I should be grateful that the insatiable seagulls which used to copulate on my windowsill back in Sussex, grunting away like two dissatisfied weightlifters, didn't follow me to Portugal.