Post by: Mike in Marple on April 05, 2005, 10:53:04 PM
They are classed sa vermin, but apparently I'm not allowed to kill them!
Post by: Howard on April 05, 2005, 11:15:05 PM
Post by: Mike in Marple on April 05, 2005, 11:35:38 PM
Post by: on April 06, 2005, 09:36:04 AM
My family and I are just trying to eke out a living like the rest of you and find that these coooomments just make our lives harder & harder.
How would you like it if I threatened you with a cat?
Post by: Mike in Marple on April 06, 2005, 09:38:37 AM
However, you are tresspassing on private property and I request you vacate the area or I will have to seek legal advice.
Post by: sgk on April 06, 2005, 10:21:07 AM
| Quote |
| The Government has ruled that it is now illegal to shoot a crow, rook or pigeon for the pot without scaring it first. The legislation says shooters must attempt to frighten off the birds before pulling the trigger. Only when the birds fail to respond can he or she shoot it for dinner. The same rule applies to farmers who have shooting days blasting woodpigeons and rooks to protect their crops or gamebirds. |
More details in Times Online Article "Gun law : don't shoot first, shout"
Post by: Howard on April 06, 2005, 02:18:03 PM
Post by: Mike in Marple on April 06, 2005, 03:20:13 PM
Unfortunatley, I have never fed them and they still wont go away.
Post by: Howard on April 07, 2005, 04:21:36 PM
Post by: Mike in Marple on April 07, 2005, 11:15:17 PM
Post by: alan@marple on April 10, 2005, 10:10:32 AM
Thank you
Post by: Tricky on April 10, 2005, 10:32:47 AM
hei jiao xian gu ge dan  (Mandarin)
Materials
Pigeon Egg   12 pc
Fresh small Mushrooms   100 g
Chicken Meat   100g
Minced Garlic  1/4 tbsp
Red Pepper   1 pc
Sauce Â
Stock Soup   6 tbsp
Black Pepper Powder   1/2 tbsp
Sugar & Dark Soy Sauce   1/2 tbsp
Light Soy Sauce   1/2 tbsp
Conflour   1 tbsp
Steps
1) Â Boil pigeon eggs until cooked, move shell after eggs cool
2) Â Parboil the boiled pigeon eggs in hot oil until golden, dish up
3) Â Wash red pepper, move out seeds, cut into small slices
4) Â Heat wok with 1 tbsp oil, add mushrooms & chicken meat and stir fry
5) Â Add eggs, sauce and minced garlic, mix well
6) Â Dish up until boiled, sprinkle the red pepper over and serve
Post by: admin on April 10, 2005, 10:42:32 AM
We keep Doves (white pigeons) and I can advise you that you would be wasting your time.
The egg is almost certainly not hatchable now, but even if it was and you somehow managed to hatch it, you would not be able to feed the young bird. Baby pigeons are fed by their mothers eating grain, corn or whatever they can find and when it is partly digested they bring it back up directly down the throat of the baby bird. Quite a tall order for a human!
The pigeon that layed the egg will have forgotten all about it by now and will probably be in the process of making another one already.
The best thing to do is put it in the bin or on your compost heap, or find another 11 to try Tricky's recipe. Sorry but it's a cruel world!
Post by: Rachael on April 10, 2005, 03:35:23 PM
(by Douglas Florian)
I don't claim to
Love the pigeon,
But I like it
Just a smidgen.
Pigeons don't get
No respect
Just because they
Hunt and peck.
When they walk
Their heads go bobbin' -
You don't see that
In a robin.
They will sit right
On your shoulder.
Not too many
Birds are bolder.
Just be thankful
They're around
To pick up crumbs
Left on the ground.
Post by: tina on April 10, 2005, 09:26:28 PM
With Marple being the theme ?
Post by: Rachael on April 10, 2005, 11:56:50 PM
A pigeon flew into Marple
And saw a magnificent pot
"I think today is my egg laying day"
Perched on it and started to squatt.
The egg started coming out slowly
The pigeon went all of a dither
There looking at her , a big ginger cat
"My lucks in, that pigeons my dinner"
So, off she flew the poor pigeon
Right over Memorial Park
"I aint no dinner, that fat cats no winner"
"I'll come back into marple when dark"
Back she flew, the poor pigeon
Right back to the place where she squatted
But her treasure was gone, no where to be found
The egg had already been spotted
But all was not lost, it was Alan
A man who is loved and has fans,
It was him helping our poor old pigeon
To help, with magnificent plans
Poor "Alan at Marple" he tried,
But the outcome was only one winner
Poor pigeon came back, the prized egg was gone
Cooked in some egg pinchers dinner.
Thank you Tina, I hope you enjoy!!!
Post by: tina on April 11, 2005, 09:13:34 AM
You really have a flow ..... next challenge.....
A poem about the middlewood way perhaps?
By the way Alan has mrs pigeon come back yet?
Post by: Rachael on April 11, 2005, 12:41:35 PM
Post by: Howard on April 11, 2005, 05:10:42 PM
Click here for links to pigeon poems.
Post by: tina on April 11, 2005, 11:43:40 PM
I would like an original from yourself, you are obviously very talented. Remember the theme has to be about the middlewood way, not pigeons. Would anyone else like to take on the challenge? All budding poets can enter too if you like.
Post by: orangewhip on April 12, 2005, 03:10:32 PM
To face the knotted knuckles on the Middlewood Way,
Punching tyres and rattling seats.
Then a smooth glide towards picnic benches,
And limp sandwiches wrapped in foil are released,
Cheekily showing processed tongues.
Back on the path
You are always in the middle of a wood if you know the way.
Post by: on April 12, 2005, 04:59:54 PM
Post by: Rachael on April 12, 2005, 05:09:23 PM
The sky a lovely blue
My feet they started itching
I wondered what to do?
These feet they need some walking
Im going for a hike
Onto a lovely path I stepped
I got run over by a bike!
What is this path Ive come across
My hike has turned out tricky
Ive got run over by a bike
My feet are feeling sticky
"Its tarmac dear" an old man said
"It hasnt quite yet set"
"A horse got stuck, an hour ago"
"He's with the local vet"
So on the path I carried on
I came across some steps
They led into a farmers field
Guess what happened next?
I got confronted by a sheep
He said his name was Fred,
He had a wife named Dolly
But she was still in bed.
He had a mate, who had got lost
And could I help him back
It was a little pigeon
Her colours grey and black.
So on my shoulder pigeon perched
Told me a sorry tale
About how her egg had dissapeared
My face was turning pale!
How could I tell poor pigeon
Her egg was someones tea
And that I knew the culprit
At least it wasnt me!
He was lost and so was I
The path went on forever,
We never got to see the end
At least we were together!!
Post by: Rachael on April 12, 2005, 05:23:58 PM
Post by: on April 12, 2005, 05:42:47 PM
????
Post by: Rachael on April 12, 2005, 05:56:36 PM
Post by: tina on April 12, 2005, 06:15:50 PM
Are you a real poet I wonder as you have the flow, Alan@marple will be so pleased his message has amounted to such a response.
Also well done orangewhip
but Racheal wins hands down!Next challenge ....... A poem about intended houses on the Ridge site? maybe mrs pigeon could have an adventure there?
I shall be waiting
Post by: Rachael on April 12, 2005, 06:33:25 PM
Post by: Howard on April 12, 2005, 08:35:19 PM
Post by: tina on April 12, 2005, 10:20:57 PM
Post by: orangewhip on April 13, 2005, 12:39:26 PM
Shielded from the city of Manchester,
Nestles a village called Marple,
Which once had green fields and historic buildings,
But fell into a right debacle
Bulls that dozed in inner city sites,
Suddenly awoke and sought pastures new,
Ground their way down the motorway,
And destroyed a place beloved by me and you
History gone and Lego bricks go up,
Marple's face scarred and grey,
We are left dancing helplessly to cement mixers,
As nature and beauty pass forever away.
Progress always involves decline.
Post by: Rachael on April 13, 2005, 01:15:33 PM
Last year I had a little nest
It was inside a college
Where people go to study books
And learn some pigeon Knowledge
This year I went to find my bed
Instead I found some houses
With gardens with big washing lines
And on them "Alans trousers"
Where had it gone my little bed
I thought Alan was my mate
Hes bought a house, on hibbert lane
I'll get him, if I squatt and wait
So out he stepped old Alan
Out of his brand new door
He took one step and skidded
Upon my poop, left on the floor.
Post by: tina on April 13, 2005, 02:53:10 PM
 Orangewhip you try so hard, but Rachael always pips you at the post.
My challenges are to easy! I need to think of a new one! Â
Hows about....handbury's building this time, see if you can paint a nice picture of it? Â
I'm going to scratch my head a bit and see if I can think of a better theme! Â
 so I will leave you with the Handbury's challenge for now!  
Post by: Rachael on May 18, 2005, 02:39:30 PM
Post by: tina on May 18, 2005, 06:04:58 PM
Post by: on May 22, 2005, 11:16:01 PM
  I see lots around Marple, and reading this subject on here it looks like you all have a bit of Jack Duckworth in you all!!  I wonder do you all have pigeon loft's in your back gardens too? Â
Post by: Rachael on September 08, 2006, 05:47:29 PM
I thought I would bump this post up again as today I was talking about pigeons, I have sent my friend my pigeon poems that I have written on here.
She says I have too much time on my hands!!
Post by: Mr Mansfield on September 08, 2006, 11:54:56 PM
http://www.guardian.co.uk/quiz/questions/0,5961,434726,00.html
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