Salford, 10th March 2019
The wind was brewing up a storm
under the feet of the resident pigeon flock
swirling around and giving
some of our feathered chums – quite a hard time of it.
luckily the nearby building works gave some shelter
expect more tomorrow, as the winds brother comes up for a visit
#CFFC #LetterP #photography
Located by Salford Quays and the Anchorage
We begin with Detroit Bridge and Salford Quays…wait a mo, i hear my readers cry…That’s Not a P word!….let me continue and i’ll explain
Upto the late 80s and 90s with the areas redevelopment the area the picture above was known as the Port of Manchester….as shipping landed goods up and down the waterway.
The area around the docks has been given a spruce up and theres plenty of Green space and Parkland, where they could put it.
The landing point for sailing boats and narrowboats is popular for birdwatchers as various different birds frequent the waters.
We may not get anything as colourful as this Parrot visiting the neighborhood, but we do get a fair portion of regular birds, such as seagulls, sparrows, starlings, bluebirds and not forgetting, Pigeons.
They’re all partial to a bag of fish and chips!
#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day19 #Manchester #UK #Archived #Poetry
Pulled this one out of my notebook – and decided to post it here after a little polish!
Manchester, 15th August 2013
Sits on a vintage building
Waiting for Dinner
Sharpened talons gripped,
eyes focused on the quarry
his targets are marked
The pigeons gather
over the square together
strengthened in Number?
Moving in one Move
The feathers in the Gardens
make for Safe Haven
Swooshing and Swooping
over Manchester’s Skyline
Mission – Accomplished
Poem that appeared in “Writers Cramp” in 2010, For BASIC
The pigeon is skipping down the lane,
on a Mission.
He’s looking for that bit of fish,
from the open sardine tin,
left by the daytripper
at St Francis’ Basin.
Or the Half Eaten Sandwich,
Left in the bins
By the Designer
at the Outlet by Salford Quays
And passing snow geese can only look on,
as the pigeon hops,
between passing pedestrians,
in their summer regalia.
He doesn’t mind,
He and his friends,
He doesn’t mind
What they drop,
So long as they can have it