The pigeons don’t hide the eggsheels. They sort of get mulched into the nest over a short time. Sometimes I’ll pluck one out and set it in the dirt of a potted tree, but it always breaks down in a few weeks. The squabs will sometimes find the shell once they’re getting out and about and start pecking at it to see if it’s food, apparently not realizing that’s where they came from.
Yes, show photos, please. I’ll try to have some more of my own up this weekend.
Happy Father’s Day to you and Big Pidgee! 
Thanks! 
Of course, over here the king’s birthday doubles as Father’s Day, and that’s December 5.
George has definitely moved out. Monday night of last week was his last night here. But he and Big Pidgee still stop by in the late afternoon for water. Sometimes together, sometimes separately. We think Big Pidgee at least may be sleeping somtimes on the balcony above us, as we’ve noticed him flying up there sometimes toward dark.
Photos soon, I promise. Downloaded them onto the computer; now just have to select some and upload to the website.
And they must stop by for an after-breakfast drink, too, as we found a BIG hunk of bird shit right in the middle of the water bowl this morning. 
I loved your pigeon story. They are much-maligned birds in our cities, and I for one will not look at them the same way, now that I’ve met George, his (maybe) sister egg, and the lucky parents.
Thanks for the updates and the occasional pictures. I can’t wait until the next batch
I just read this whole thread in one sitting - took me about 2.5 hrs.
I cannot believe how enthralled I was.
Prior to reading this, I thought that pigeons were just vermin.
Thanks for a new perspective, I have really enjoyed the pictures and the narrative - you really have a way with words.
Best Regards.
King Bobo,
Alberta, Canada
New photos!
Sunday, June 7
George is 4 weeks old today. Here he is trying to find a way down to the floor. Checking out the neighborhood while we clean the balcony.
Balcony clean again and flower box replaced, George takes a snooze. And later in the dining-area window with Dad.
Tuesday, June 9
30 days old. Here George is in the tree area we refer to as the living room. The squabs always take to this spot once they grow wolder. That’s the egg George came from under his butt. Snoozing again. And a close-up.
Wednesday, June 10
31 days old, a full month for him. Lounging in the living room. It’s amazing that only 31 days before, he was inside that egg. (He hatched in the flower box, but I moved the egg there to preserve it for a while. George has since inadvertently kicked it out.) Sleeping yet again. And looking for a snack. And another nap.
Friday, June 12
33 days old.
Sunday, June 14
5 weeks old today. George contemplates his place in the world.
Saturday, June 20
41 days old.
And again, you can see all of George’s photos on one page here. Just click on any one of them to enlarge.
And that may be it for George. He has definitely moved out. Big Pidgee’s not been seen for a couple of days either, although the big piece of shit in the water dish yesterday morning (Monday morning) probably came from him, as it looked to be too big for George. We’ll keep putting fresh water out and also change the flower box soon and see what develops.
Yesterday we did have three other pigeons stop by to check the place out. One looked like Little Pidgee but had socky feet, leading us to believe it may have been Marty from the fourth batch. He’d be almost 6 months old now. Was with a dark-looking pigeon, and both still looked youngish. Then a white pigeon with black speckles – looked like a Dalmatian – stopped by. Big Pidgee was not around to chase them away, but they all left after a short while.
Thanks, too, for everyone’s kind comments in the Pit thread aimed at this one. I’ve always assumed people would ignore this thread if they weren’t interested in it and kept it going for the benefit of those of you who are. 
I meant almost 7 months old, as he hatched last November 24. It’s the wee hours of the morning of the 24th now, so he’s 7 months exactly.
And today (or yesterday, since it’s after midnight), he and the dark pigeon returned. I looked out and there they were, both inside the flower box. Marty had his head down and was doing the classic “come hither” wing twitch. The dark one was preening his head. Then they both noticed me looking, freaked out and jumped out of the box. Then flew away after a bit. I’m pretty sure it’s Marty. And still no Big Pidgee to chase them away.
The wife and her sister changed the flower box in the late afternoon when I was away. While they were doing that, Big Pidgee did show up. They think he may have been trying to chase them away. I think he just wanted some water. Landed on the edge of the balcony but did not dare go for water so flew around a bit. Ended up going over and chasing away some pigeons way over on the window frames. The wife thinks Marty was one of them. Still not staying here at night, and no further sign of Little Pidgee.
But there’s a new flower box out there now, with fresh dirt in it. We’re hoping they’ll take the hint and start building another nest.
This is so cute and so funny, considering how you felt when they first showed up. 
I have a request. I know I could go back and search the entire thread for individual posts and pictures, but it would probably be easier for you to do it from your own files, but I’d love to see the single best, or the two best pictures of each squab, in order of birth, plus Big and Little Pidgee. It’d be great to see from your perspective how easy it might be to distinguish them from one another.
Thanks again for all the updates!
So many cute photos. But I’ll work on it. 
I’ll still look through and try to select some myself, but this might be a good point to show the links to all six photo pages of the squabs:
First batch: Blackie and Snowy
Click on individual photos to enlarge.
I think some of the second batch may be included at the end of the first batch’s photos. We didn’t know then how far this was going to go.
I believe I mentioned earlier in this thread about a big pigeon race held here last December. From Chiang Mai in the North to Bangkok, a distance of about, oh, 350 miles or so. They just found one of the pigeons over in Surin privince, way over in the Northeast on the Cambodian border. The story here does not give much detail, but in the event, which was an international one sponsored by the Thai Racing Pigeon Federation, 1666 pigeons were released in Chiang Mai, but only 800 reached Bangok. They know this one in Surin was one because of a tag on its leg.
Wednesday morning here now, and a 45-day-old George stopped by for water earlier. I don’t think he noticed the new flower box.
Good news! Late Tuesday night now, almost midnight, and Big Pidgee is sleeping here again. He’s out on his spot on the rail, watching me as I type this. Probably wondering why I don’t close the curtain and give him some peace, which I’ll do shortly.
The wife saw Little Pidgee on the edge of the balcony for a short while late in the afternoon while I was out. Then some time after she left, Big Pidgee arrived. After taking a big drink of water, he checked out the new flower box. “Lounged” in it for a while, scrunched down. His throat was moving like he may have been cooing, presumably for Little Pidgee, but the wife could not hear, due to the TV, and anyway Little P never came.
But Big Pidgee is staying here again, and we’re hoping they’re interested in building another nest.
Hey Sam and Wife,
You cleaned soooooo much more pidgee doo-doo than I can ever imagine.
For that I think you are entitled to continue with the pidgee saga.
Sort of love them/hate them, but am still reading.
Will read on.
KB
Thanks. Hope you continue to enjoy it.
The good news is that this morning (Friday morning), I woke up to find Big and Little Pidgee both in the new flower box being very, very affectionate and lovey-dovey to each other. (Obviously, the news of Michael Jackson’s death had not reached them yet.) They’ve been out on the balcony all morning, and so I am sure there will be a new batch of eggs. I expect nest-building to begin anytime now.
As requested, I’ll try to put together a representative sample of squab pics this weekend.
Sam, I’ll take my camera down to my mother’s tonight and try to get a photo of her dove babies on the ground.
As per Shayna’s request, I’ve selected a photo of each squab, to see how Big and Little Pidgee’s children turn out.
First batch: Blackie and Snowy. (Please excuse the dirty window. That’s Snowy on the left, with Mama.)
Second batch: Manny and Tammy. They’re together here. Note the socky feet on Tammy.
Third batch: Sammy and Pepper. A cute one of a sleeping Pepper. And the two together.
Fourth batch: Marty and Katie. And another. Note the socky feet on Marty.
Fifth batch: Mickey and Holly. Again. And one more. Holly has socky feet, a trait we always like.
Sixth batch: George, here and here. The second egg in this batch turned out to be unfertilized and so did not hatch.
Of all of the squabs, several have turned out looking like Little Pidgee; one person on the Pigeon Talk website has called that design pattern a “blue bar.” Katie looks the closest to Big Pidgee. Sammy really turned out unique, while Blackie is the only one to be that dark.
Sunday morning now, and Big and Little Pidgee have been going at it for a day or two now, always, of course, in the designated sex area. It is so funny how they’ll only have sex there and nowhere else, at least on our balcony. Big Pidgee is usually the instigator, getting up or hopping down suddenly and marching over to the designated sex area, to be followed by Little Pidgee. Then they’ll return to their respective spots afterward if not fly away.
No nest-building yet, but they’re still hanging out in the new flower box and being awfully sweet to each other. Preening each other’s head, that sort of thing. And always the little wing twitches, which seem to signal some sort of erotic or at least affectionate mood.
Just a small update. Wednesday morning here. Big Pidgee sleeps here most nights, and most mornings he and Little Pidgee hang out on the balcony. They are definitely in mating mode. Then they are gone in the afternoon, and she stays elsewhere at night. No nest-building yet, but Big Pidgee especially seems to like the new flower box. When he’s not screwing Little Pidgee, he’s lounging down in the dirt of the box. So we expect another clutch of eggs at some point.
We saw a 7-week-old George on Sunday, two balconies below us. I was looking over the edge of ours and saw him on the edge looking up. We eyeballed each other, then he flew away.
Another update. Sunday morning. We think eggs are coming. Big and Little Pidgee now stay here every night, sleeping side by side on the lower rail over on their “roost.” In the mornings, like right now, she hangs out in box, and he’s always either inside with her or outside “guarding” her. Still no nest-building, but once or twice they have left that until after the eggs were laid.