Late Wednesday night, it is pouring rain outside, and … Kenny returned today! Don’t know where’s he’s been these last couple of days. Worryingly, he seems to have an eye bothering him a little bit. We’ll monitor it and see if we need to try to take him to a vet. (Oh boy, that’ll be fun.)
Saturday morning and we expect new squabs a week from now. But poor Kenny! We’ve been monitoring his eye, and it does seem to be getting worse. Oozing some pus. I finally decided to capture him and take him to a vet … but he disappeared again yesterday! Did not come home last night. No sign of him this morning. We’ll keep a look out. Chulalongkorn University’s Veterinary Sciences Faculty operates a Small Animal Hospital, and that’s where we plan to take him. His left eye is fine, but his right eye is not good at all now. He’s six weeks old today, wherever he is.
Charlie will be three months old next Tuesday. He seems to have settled in here for good. Laurie will be six weeks old tomorrow, and she’s still here too.
Getting a little crowded yet?
Well, Mandie and now maybe Kenny have disappeared. If the rate keeps going down, hopefully it will be manageable.
A few more photos.
Kenny and Laurie late last month at ages 24 and 23 says, respectively.
A sleepy Laurie at age 29 days.
Mama and the kids with the new egg containing Pete. Kenny’s snoozing there in the back.
And both eggs, containing Pete and Pam.
Mama on the eggs, with some sleepy children. The squabs are 35 and 36 days old here. That’s the same Living Room where they were the same size as the eggs just a few short weeks ago.
And a shot of the eggs this past Friday. You can see the parents have been putting straw under the eggs. Still, they suck as nest builders compared with Big and Little Pidgee.
Now it’s Sunday morning and still no sign of poor little Kenny. We’re fearing the worst. I really want to take him to the vet for his eye. Something may have happened to him. 
We’ve seen the squirrel a couple of times too. And his nest is looking noticeably bigger, but we’re wondering if the heavy rains we’ve been having has soaked it some and made it expand and stretch downward.
I’ve resumed giving the guys out there a little midnight snack. They just look so pathetic staring in at us. But now Charlie has started hopping up into the window at night like his grandfather Henry. We’re not sure if he’s asking for food like Henry definitely does or if he’s just checking the place out. But since he does this late at night when he should be sleeping, we think he may be asking for a snack.
His parents will peck at him some but still not all that seriously. I think we may have Charlie as a permanent guest. It’s the only home he’s ever known.
Late Monday night and Laurie is now AWOL. Turned six weeks old yesterday. Did not come back home this evening.
Charlie’s still out there, of course. Thirteen weeks old today, three months old tomorrow and no sign he wants to leave.
Did Kenny ever come back?
No. No more Kenny. 
We hope he’s okay.
Laurie is gone too. Now there are just the parents and three-month-old Charlie here at night. Plus the eggs, which should start hatching this weekend.
Charlie has taken to jumping up in the window at night like his grandfather Henry. But he’ll do this even when there is food out there. Seems just to want to look inside. And he makes little grunts now instead of squeaks, and Henry is one of the few other pigeons I’ve heard grunt. The Bully too maybe. They get a late-night snack now, which they seem to expect when they see me come in at night. They perk up noticeably.
It’s amazing what a pigeon can learn, given that its brain can’t be any larger than a single segment of one of my fingers.
And Henry seems smarter than most. We’re convinced he understands us when we point to which pile of food is his. (We have to keep him separated from The Bully, as they are mortal enemies and will fight.)
Charlie tried to be a smart-ass tonight and started pecking at Mama. Rebellious teenager. But she whupped on his ass some and taught him a lesson.
The eggs are 15 and 13 days old now. I’m predicting a Saturday hatching.
Friday morning and it’s been pouring rain. And windy. September is the height of the rainy season in Bangkok. I peaked out the curtains onto the balcony to check on the Living Room, and there was Henry and Geri. Geri was sitting up on the top rail, but Henry was standing right before the door, staring at it hard. He seemed to be willing me to come along and feed him. (I guess it worked.)
Eggs and parent all okay. Relatively dry.
The masters have their servants well trained!
I love keeping up with the pidgees. Especially now that there are eggs and babies again.
Late Sunday night and little Pete is trying to hatch right now as I sit here typing this. It’s been 18 days since the egg was laid (assuming first laid is first hatched). The wife and I came home a little after 7pm, and there was a small hole in one egg. Very small but I could see movement inside if I looked closely. That was about three hours ago, and the hole is a little bigger now and the movement more visible. We expect Pete to be out by morning.
Also tomorrow, Charlie, who still stays here every night, returning after being gone doing who knows what all day long, will be 14 weeks old.
And we have a squab! 
Little Pete broke out sometime before midnight, so his hatching date is September 22. It’s a little after midnight now, and right about midnight I was starting to lock up and turn everything off when, topping up the pidgees’ water, I noticed half an eggshell near Mama. She fled, her usual precautionary measure, to reveal little Pete. The shell must have broken open quickly this time, because less than two hours ago there was still only a small hole in the shell.
Hi Pete. Welcome to the world!
It just amazes me that an egg can grow a living breathing little life like that. Just amazing.
Thanks for letting us know.
How long is it between eggs?
This is just so cool.
Tuesday morning, Pete is less than 36 hours old, and already he’s much bigger than when he hatched. Lying next to his sister’s egg, you can really see the difference. And Pam remains in her egg, which was laid 18 days ago, so we expect her to come out anytime now. No signs of cracking yet, but I picked it up, and there’s some heft to it. Someone’s in there all right.
As for how long it is between eggs, Ladyboy has laid her eggs here on May 30/June 1 (Charlie and Mandie), July 16/18 (Kenny and Laurie) and September 4/6 (Pete and Pam, the present batch). So that’s a rate of 6-1/2 or 7 weeks between layings. Keeping that up, we see a single pigeon couple could put out about 15-18 new pigeons per year.
We’ll have to miss a little bit of Pete and Pam’s development, as we’ll be spending a week in mid-October on an island in the Gulf of Thailand near Cambodia. After knocking ourselves out running around the Eastern Seaboard of the US and then Japan, we decided we wanted someplace where we can just flop, stare at beach and ocean and not move a muscle. Charlie, who turned 14 weeks old yesterday, will especially be shocked to find his midnight snacks dry up again, and the water. But this may be the impetus for him to move out. We don’t have the heart to chase him away from the only home he’s ever known. He’s turned out to be very cute too, like a little toy doll.
Will post new photos soon.
Oh, and one other thing. Yesterday I watched The Bully get rid of the eggshell. He picked up the larger piece in his bill and hopped along the tree pots to the edge where he was clearly about to drop it over the edge. He must remember the time I tried to use them as tree-pot decorations. But before he dropped it, he became distracted by an enemy gray over on the window frames and flew over there to attack it, with the shell still in his bill. He ended up dropping it from theer. The smaller piece I later found on the balcony floor.
Wednesday night and there’s a little hole in Pam’s egg. Movement detected inside. She’s coming out soon. That egg was laid 18 days ago, and Charlie’s egg was also 18 days old when he hatched, so these two are consistent.
We pointed out to Charlie his new siblings, but all he cares about is the late-night snack.