These two were distinctly unfamiliar. Hawk-ish? Yes. But maybe just a bit pigeon-like? Yes but no, definitely hawks. But not Sparrow-Hawks, and not Kestrels. Well, if it looks like a hawk but makes you think of a pigeon, then by common consent it's a
Later in the morning, I heard an insistent mewling sound through my open office window, and looked out. There they were again, high up, rolling and tumbling together. This time I shoved my camera out and took a shot of a lot of sky and two tiny bird-specks somewhere in it. No doubt about it: Peregrines, probably youngsters.
It turns out this was old news. A pair had chosen to nest on a Vodafone mobile phone mast atop the improbable, unoccupied and still-undemolished Faraday Building, disrupting the signal to a large part of northern Southampton, and thereby making themselves very unpopular. Being protected birds, of course, they cannot be disturbed until their chicks have applied to university. This may also explain why applications from pigeons to study at Southampton have diminished dramatically in recent times.
A spokespigeon said:
Yeah, yeah, Lord and Lady Pigeon-Killer set up home, and everyone's like, Oooh, they're so special, leave them alone! But, a coupla hard-working pigeons try to raise a family and it's, Get the fuck outta here, you scum, you're just rats with wings! Rats with wings? Listen, from where I'm standing, those things are cats with wings. And I hate cats! Ooops, sorry about the upholstery... Come on, it'll brush out... Shall I stand somewhere else?
The pigeon's Room 101...