Many people, I know, have an intense dislike of pigeons. Urban pigeons in particular arouse dislike if not contempt for their greed, scruffiness and absence of any sense of decorum. I on the other hand find them comical and not unlike, in their habits and behaviour, the primate with whom they have developed so close a relationship homo sapiens, you and me. Here a couple are profiled under the road bridge which bestrides the platforms in Tunbridge Wells railway station. It is a structure which pigeons have made their own, and in between the coming and going of trains and the intrusion of loudspeaker announcements can be heard purring to one another.
Have you noticed how cameras, video and still, have made a point of capturing sportsmen (men, seldom if ever women) with their jaws wide open exposing their teeth as though for a dentist? Sometimes they seem to be imitating lions in the process of roaring defiance or proclaiming supremacy over other animals; sometime they look more like crocodiles about to devour unsuspecting prey. I am thinking of making a collection of such pictures which may come in useful to frighten children who persist in misbehaving.
A little wildness in relatively ordered lives can be beneficial. As I prune the hedge it occurs to me that hedges are managed wildness.