I had been planning to get out and about in my local woodland. It was not to be. The temperature dropped by a degree or so below the expected and what should have been rain came down as snow. To go slithering and sliding down our steep hill in the car didn’t seem such a great idea, so there I was, camera in hand and nose metaphorically pressed against the window, hoping something would come along. And it did. Yes, I know, it’s “just” a pigeon, but you’ve got to work with what you’ve got and… well, I’ve got pigeons. 
I’m not complaining. Look at it, I mean really look at it. Those amazing shades of grey, the beautiful muted greens and purples around the neck. Just think… if pigeons were few and far between, a rare exotic visitor, then you’d wax lyrical about their subtle beauty, wouldn’t you? Well today, that’s what I’m going to do. So thank you pigeon, you’re very welcome.