Faces

Faces at Liverpool Street
Faces at Liverpool Street

On the way home from work this evening, Tigger pointed out to me the above scene or tableau at the entrance to Liverpool Street station. A slightly startled sculpted face stares down at us, accompanied by three pigeons, one of whom, to the immediate left of the face, seems to be taking an interest in what we are doing.

Who is the owner of the face and why is he (or she?) surprised? All over the city, faces look down from buildings, some beautiful, some ugly, many mysterious, showing a variety of emotions. Some gaze into the distance while other stare straight into your eyes as though they have some important news to impart.

For their part, pigeons are everywhere. They add the movement of life to the motionless sculptures, the softness of flesh and feather to the rigidity of stone. They are often reviled and persecuted through no fault of their own and I love them.

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I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
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2 Responses to Faces

  1. WOL says:

    They do seem to be everywhere, the pigeons. I wonder how they find enough to eat — do people feed them that much? Are there sufficient green spaces where they can feed? We have Inca doves here, which the cats find thrilling to watch through the windows. They are equivalent in size to pigeons. I expect if the weather gets nasty in the north, the Canada geese will soon be showing up. They winter here. Long skeins of them fly over, heading to and from the playa lake down the block. The kitties get beside themselves. I’ll hear this chattering and there will be a tail hanging from between the drapery panels quivering and waggling. The window in my dining area has a “U” of honeysuckle around it which the cabbage white butterflies favor. My cat Shadow of dear memory used to do what I called the “butterfly dance” — she would become excited by their fluttering, forget there was a pane of glass in the way and would bat at them — lose her balance and fall off the window ledge, sustaining a sharp rap to her dignity. . .

    • SilverTiger says:

      There used to be stalls in Trafalgar Square selling food for the tourists to buy and feed to the pigeons but this has now been stopped. People do feed the pigeons, though. It’s usually elderly lonely people who do this. We had a neighbour who would go out with a shopping trolley full of bread to feed the pigeons.

      The reason why there are so many, however, is because of the dirty habits of humans who don’t dispose of edible waste properly but just drop it in the street or put out the rubbish in plastic bags which the squirrels, gulls and urban foxes tear open. It is a human problem, not a pigeon problem.

      Once pigeons are born, they try to survive and no one can blame them for that. It is unfair to persecute them. Just clear up the mess, that’s all it needs. Numbers will then diminish.

      I can imagine the cat dabbing at the butterflies. They must find it frustrating when these pesky creatures provoke them but they can’t do anything about it?

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