Blustry Day

The wind has been whistling and wailing down our narrow, tall building-lined street for a week or so now. It sounds exactly like a ghost, wooooOOOOooohh!!!

We found this pigeon as we were blown along the harbourside, watching seagulls fight the gale. It plonked itself down right in front of me on the cobblestones with a ruffle of feathers, too tired to care that i was close enough to pick it up. It didn't seem to mind a camera in its face either.