I Was Literally Crying With Laughter!

I remember someone on here posted that two doves sitting together and one said ‘My toe hurts Betty ‘.
I always think of that and smile when I hear pigeons, or doves.

That's so funny but true - I speak back to them in their language - I know, I'm a bit off the wall! Or perch!

The H of a friend of mine didn’t like one of her friends.
He insisted that pigeons were saying J… is a stupid woman, J… is a stupid woman…
When you listened it did sound like that.
Unkind but his opinion.

Judging by the pigeons on my back wall:

I love you.
No!
Pretty please.
No! Go away.
Just one more time.
Get lost….
Come back…..
…….
I’m coming after you……

Over the last few months, a neighbourhood cat seems to be aware of my comings and goings. He's groomed and looks well fed, so he's not after food. I don't think our relationship is based on cupboard love?

He sits there and opens his mouth but it's not a typical meow noise he makes. It's more like a squawk.

Me, going to my car on the drive: Notice cat.

"Oh, good morning darling. Aren't you a handsome fellow? "

Squawk

'You are lovely, aren't you?'

Squawk

I go over and stroke him. He doesn't run away. He head-butts my legs and purrs.

Squawk

"Well, I've got to go shopping, but it's been so lovely chatting with you."

Squawk, squawk.

He turns and saunters off, tail in the air. That will do for today.
This scenario happens so frequently, I'm sure he visits just for the ego trip. He always squawks at me when he's in position, waiting for his fan club to admire him.

W

As soon as dawn breaks, the collared doves on our roof start chatting to each other. I'm convinced that they are saying "I love you, I do." They carry on like this for hours.

Flippinheck

Judging by the pigeons on my back wall:

I love you.
No!
Pretty please.
No! Go away.
Just one more time.
Get lost….
Come back…..
…….
I’m coming after you……

My pigeons have those conversations too..

The geese at the local lake would be regarded as antisocial if they were human teenagers - the bad-tempered racket they make!

I have a blackbird in my garden who spends most of the day shouting ‘Billy no mates’.

Gracey

Over the last few months, a neighbourhood cat seems to be aware of my comings and goings. He's groomed and looks well fed, so he's not after food. I don't think our relationship is based on cupboard love?

He sits there and opens his mouth but it's not a typical meow noise he makes. It's more like a squawk.

Me, going to my car on the drive: Notice cat.

"Oh, good morning darling. Aren't you a handsome fellow? "

Squawk

'You are lovely, aren't you?'

Squawk

I go over and stroke him. He doesn't run away. He head-butts my legs and purrs.

Squawk

"Well, I've got to go shopping, but it's been so lovely chatting with you."

Squawk, squawk.

He turns and saunters off, tail in the air. That will do for today.
This scenario happens so frequently, I'm sure he visits just for the ego trip. He always squawks at me when he's in position, waiting for his fan club to admire him.

W

Gracey, there's a cat who visits at meal times, he comes into the kitchen and says Hello, when I ask If he's wanting breakfast he says Yeah,after he has eaten I say gimmy a kiss, he stands on his hind legs and head butts my face.

There used to be a rather shabby old black cat who was always sitting on a wall on the way to the DCs' primary school, in the morning and after school.

She used say "Bwow" to any passersby and most of them would stroke her head and she would purr loudly.

Inevitably, the day came when she was not there and a few days later a notice appeared. Apparently, she was called Cleo and one of her greatest pleasures in later life was to meet and greet people on their way to and from the school. She was 21 when she died.

Cat bunting is a common, affectionate behaviour where cats rub or press their forehead, cheeks, and chin against people, other animals, or objects. This act acts as a social bond, a way to mark territory with scent glands, and a show of trust, often indicating the cat feels safe, comfortable, and social

I answer the crows when they get too loud. Kraa, kraa mands good morning. I f ind if I say it loudly enough in reply they fly off.

All their noise was simply a polite wish to say "Good morning".

What a lovely thread, uplifting in these times.

We used to have a cat who came upstairs in the morning saying "Harro!"

It was downtoearth who suggested that a pigeon‘s call is, ‘My toe hurts, Betty.’
It really works for me - especially if you imagine it in a Frank Spencer voice. 😂

The pigeons in my garden repeat it three or four times with a little ‘Ouch!’ at the end.

I have been waiting for the blackbirds to start singing and to my joy there was one today, in the tree, with such a beautiful melodious tune. It gladdened my heart.

You are all bonkers. I had a good few chuckles reading them. Thanks

I once read it was"the cows low, Betty." I have wood pigeons in my garden and I can't forget that.
I do feel sorry for the females constantly being chased by males.

We once had a cat that 'Harrowed.' My son's girlfriend woke one morning, terrified. "Arron, the cat's calling your name!"

The rhythm of my pigeons used to be the traditional “ Take two cows Taffy” but last year it changed to” There’s been a tragedy, I told you yesterday”, This year, they are saying “Come to my party, all are invited”. Sometimes, if I’m sitting outdoors listening to them, my brain goes into overdrive and carries on the conversation.

Come to my party.
All are invited.
Who else is coming?
All of my brothers,
All of my sisters.
All of my aunties,
All of my uncles,
All of my cousins.
Where is the party?
Right down the garden,
Under the oak tree.
What are we eating?
Masses of cake crumbs,
Masses of bird seed.
Oh, that sounds lovely etc, etc.

In my brain, this is all in a sing song Welsh accent. I know, I’m certifiable!

I really struggled with my last few months at work, but as I walked across the playground to my class, the birds would be singing from the surrounding grounds and it always raised my spirits and made me grateful.

The regular pair of pigeons in my garden on the nearest tree. On a sunny day.

Coo coo
You OK Mary?
Things fine, Fred

I really like you
Me too.

shall we stay here awhile?
Not while those wretched magpies around

(fly off)

They used to stay there all the time before those said magpies. I have several photos.

Our local blackbirds seem to speak with a Yorkshire accent, even though we are in Northamptonshire.

There are a couple that have a good old natter with each other every morning - one is just outside our house, but the other usuallysounds to be much further down the road).

The conversation tends to start with "Ay up lad, 'ow yer doin' today?", and the questions and answers carry on in a similar manner for at least 20 mins. It often makes me chuckle.

I did mention it to my OH once, but he just looked at me as if I had lost my marbles! 😁

My pigeons seem to be saying ‘You don’t know nothin’. Hoo hoo hoo hoohoo. Obvously grammar is not their strongest.