There’s a pigeon who likes to visit my garden.
My parents have named him Bob.
He’s quite a fat pigeon who flops down more than flies down.
He likes to eat the seed that the other birds drop – it takes less effort.
He kind of waddles round then has to take a huge run up before he can take off.
My mum does a pretty good Bob impression (the waddling round the garden, not the flying).
My brother and I plan to have him for dinner in the very near future.
He’s not quite as fat as this though: