It’s as if there’s a little sign somewhere written in Pigeonese that says “Have sex here.”
This story gets more hilarious every time I read this thread. You started this thread wondering how you were going to get rid of a couple of pidgees, and now you’re a Certified Pidgee Landlord. It’s awesome!
A baby showed up these past few days, but we only got a good look at it today. We’d estimate five or six weeks old. Looks a lot like the one called Som who was here briefly, except no orange coloring. Mostly white with a black tail and kind of a speckly head. Took a couple of photos today. Tiny and still squeeks a bit. We’re wondering if it might belong to Henry and Pim. Could be one of their last ones. Henry was here too, but it didn’t try to get him to feed it.
The baby has decided it likes it here. Although it looks like it could be Henry’s, we don’t think so now. It does not try to get Henry to feed it. It does try to eat the seeds on the floor, then Henry chases it, and that’s when it it squeals, running away in fright. But doesn’t seem to think of Henry as Daddy. Stayed until almost dark tonight, and we thought it might sleep in the flower box, but no, finally flew away. Hope to post its photo soon.
I don’t think things worked out between Henry and Phil. Have only seen them separately recently, and it’s too soon for her to have laid eggs. And this morning, Henry was doing a mating call again. Hmmm. Haven’t seen Phil at all for a couple of days, but Dot is comes around, so she’s not back with him again.
Baby, which is what we now call the new little one, really does like it here and has learned it’s easy to get some food if she hangs around to the very end of the day, just before dark when all other pidgees have flown off to their nests for the night. Then we feed her, and she can eat unmolested. Afterward, she flies off at the last moment to wherever she lives. Tiny little thing. Must be only about six weeks old now. Will post her photo soon.
Each time I see a new post from Sam in this thread I eagerly open it, especially now because I keep hoping there will be a new nest.
Sigh.
Oh well, hope springs eternal, and all that jazz.
Some more photos, taken from May 15-29.
Henry and Phil share a meal during their short-lived romance. And here too. Dunno why it didn’t last, but nowadays Henry sits out on the balcony every morning doing a mating call. Phil still does still stop by occasionally, so it’s not like a cat ate her or anything.
Baby. We figure she’s about five or six weeks old in this photo, just over two weeks ago. Still squeaking anytime she feels threatened. And here she is three days later with the temple as background. She still comes around every day, but only in the very late afternoon. She’s learned it’s best to come beg for food late, when all the other pidgees are heading off to their nests for the night. We’ve not figured out who her parents are. She’s never pesterd anyone for a feeding – exept us.
Goofy eating. I think this is the original Goofy, but it’s hard to tell sometimes, as there are still three now.
This past Sunday, a new young one stopped by. A beautiful white. Thought it was Mint at first, but no. An even purer white than Mint, and still young enough to be in that stage where they stare around in wonder. And here she is staring at the balcony, trying to figure out what this place is. She’s not been back since.
And Goofy at rest. We can’t decide gender but are leaning toward female. Seems to have no interest in a mate; or maybe no one else is interested in her as a mate.
A bit of a development. Goofy – we think the original one – slept here last night (Friday night)! 
I’m generally away in the evenings, but the wife said that on Thursday evening Goofy seemed to stay so late that it seemed she might stay. It gets dark here about 6:30 now, and Goofy finally left just after that. But last night, she didn’t even appear until about 6:30 or a little after. She’s not sick; the wife fed her three or four times, and she ate heartily. That’s les than it sounds probably, because the wife put out only a little bit each time, figuring Goofy was about to fly off. But no, she settled in for the night over by the building wall on the “Big Pidgee rail” – the bottom-most big round one.
About 5am, the heavens burst open with a huge tropical downpour lasting 45 minutes. But where she was is a little protected a little unless it blows in. This rain was coming straight down, so when I looked she was in the same spot. Close to 6:00 I put some food out and filled up the water dish, and she had some breakfast.
Otherwise, the only thing to report is poor Henry stands out there every morning mournfully doing his mating call. 
Maybe Goofy is a late bloomer? I like her because of her odd looks, and am rooting for her.
Poor Henry.
We got home late tonight, and no Goofy or anyone else out on the balcony. Since we were not here to feed anyone, maybe she took off again.
New photos, all of them from this week:
On Monday, Ladyboy – Henry’s daughter remember, as early on she was still squealing for a feeding from Daddy; that was last September, I think – stopped by for a snooze. She’s just woken up, still on one leg and feathers all kerfuffled out. Definitely wide awake now, but still one-legged and kerfuffled. Henry hates Ladyboy nowadays, goes straight into his Angry Dance whenever he sees her.
Four days later (yesterday), we had a heavy tropical downpour in the late afternoon, and Ladyboy apparently got caught out in it. She showed up here as soon as it let up. The wife was home and took these photos of Ladyboy in the same spot (she actually thought at first that it was a new pidgee, but no, it’s Ladyboy):
Wet Ladyboy
Very wet Ladyboy
Looking like a drowned rat
Sunny this morning, and Boots stretches out for a sunbath. She’s asleep in that one. And Boots (left) and her hubby, whom we’ve not named for some reason. A BIG male though, so maybe we could call him Bruiser. Boots is awake in that last photo but continuing to remain stock still catching some rays, as is Bruiser, his wings and tail feathers spread out.
We’re worried about the Goofy who stayed here that one night. It was not the original Goofy after all, but rather definitely a male, judging from his Angry Dance at another pigeon the next morning. But now he’s gone, leaving only two Goofies, including the original. The one who’s disappeared seemed okay, but the last couple of times anyone stayed here was because they were sick, and then they disappeared. Hmmm. 
Henry still has not found a new mate.
Wet is not a good look for pidgees.
Poor Henry, maybe he’s trying too hard. He needs to play it cool and then the ladies will come flocking to him.
There’s been a development. Henry and Phil were eating together this morning! :eek: Hmmm, maybe they did just start taking shifts on eggs in the nest. Didn’t seem like they were together long enough to produce any, but maybe. But what was up with Henry’s mating calls? Looking for a mia noi (second wife, or mistress in the West but more formalized here). This is Thailand, after all.
I caught myself saying hi to 3 pidgees in the parking lot at Target today and immediately though of how much more affection I have for them because of you. 
OMG, Henry is a playa!? I am so losing respect for him. Any sign of the Goofies?
Pidgees rule! 
The original Goofy still comes around and one of the other ones. The third one has disappeared, just a day or two after he stayed here; that’s not a good sign. 
I want those pidgees to get down to business on your balcony, and raise some young right there where you(and we) can see them. It’s the least they could do, to pander to our prurient interest.
Me too. We keep the flower box out there in hopes. Odd that they use this place as their community center / cafe / sex place but won’t stay at night.
And Henry and Phil showed up together for breakfast. I guess they really are still together.
(Goofy ate, too. )
And life is good.