I open the barn door and a pigeon swoops down from the beam right above me, then arches up through the hole in the ceiling, big enough for a small person to get through, leading to the hay loft.
I’ve gotten used to the swish and blur of movement. Each time it happens I look up at the nest the pigeon just flew from. I know at some point I’ll see the naked head with the tuft of down peeking from it.
I used the ladder to peer into the nest made of hay from the barn floor and sticks from the yard. I took a picture of the two eggs nestled in the corner while the pigeon waited in the hay loft for me to go away. The eggs are surprisingly large, about an inch and a half to two inches long.
I know many birds will abandon a nest if a human shows too much interest. But I believe (and I may be wrong) that pigoen’s have evolved to accept humans as a part of their world.
I won’t bother the nest too much. Although I don’t know that I won’t be able to quell my curiosity enough to not have at least one peek into the nest once the babies are showing themselves.
I’ve never seen pigeon eggs before. They look like a light dusty pink. Pretty.
Yes, there are Barb. They looked a bit like small chicken eggs. Similar to the ones that White Hen lays.