I never thought much about what I thought were white pigeons hanging around the former Albert Park Manor. They seem to be always hanging around, even during the rear demolition, renovations and extensions. It was very determinedly their home.
As they don't mix with pigeons, I guess they are doves. Neither are my favourite birds in the world. They must be admired for their adaptability though. They decided this pair of hot water units were an ideal place to live. It did not take long before the tops of the units turned white from their mess.
Along came a man and put wire netting from the top of the hot water services to the ceiling above. I felt sad for the doves. They were hanging around, perhaps staring wistfully or even tearfully at their former home from which they had been banished.
Not quite. They were plotting. Now they drop down into the glassed area and make their way in behind the hot water units. Perhaps they will have a family there. Warm, sheltered. How could it be any better.
I can see better using the photo than my naked eyes. I didn't notice anyone sitting in the flat when I took the photo. "There's Gladys Kravitz on her balcony again with her camera".