When I looked out my back window this morning, I saw a pair, a couple, a brace, of pigeons sitting on the fence. Innocently looking around, taking in a coolish but sunny morning, thinking about plans for the day. Or perhaps, as I am wont to surmise, thinking about nothing because their brains are too small. But they certainly are plump.
Perhaps, if one were inclined to shoot and eat them, perfect for a pigeon pie.
Which introduces British chef Simon Goodman.
Well, I'm sorry. Not to my taste. But it's up to you. At least you now know how to do it.
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I think they're married. Notice how they aren't looking at each other?
I'll pass on the pie :)
Dawn - LOL!
Seriously you should try pigeon - it really is tasty! - and that recipe looks great
No thanks Jane. But my friend, Orion (the hunter) e-mailed that my birds aren't pigeons . . they're mourning doves. He may be right.
i have had morning doves nesting above my bedroom...and trust me, i would have easily strangled them and eaten them...noisy little bastards...saw several today but they were harmlessly poking around the yard
Godsey - I know whereof you speak. We had to stuff an alcove with garbage bags to keep them from roosting there.
I have several of these mourning doves in my yard along with some turtle doves. I don't mind them and kind of like the cooing. I don't get any real pigeons, which is fine with me. I would have to be pretty hungry before I would eat one.
A little cooing goes a long way.
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