So it takes not quite three weeks for eggs to hatch?
Currently you have pidgees from three batches, the new ones would make four. Is that a record?
Takes 17 days (or so) for the eggs to hatch. Let’s see, we have Emmy (turns eight months next Wednesday), Jamie, Rose, Woody and Zoe. They’re from four batches. The present squabs are Bo and Lynn, so five batches. And the new pair will make six.
We hope they start finding mates soon.
Actually, checking my records I see Emmy turns eight months next Thursday.
It’s the wee hours of Tuesday morning over here. The squabs will be five weeks old today. They started flying over the weekend. We watched them both take what may have been their first flight, up to the top rail. Dad was over on the window frames cooing at them, trying to entice them to take the next step and fly over there. And they did. And like siblings before him, Bo has discovered the water dish makes a nice bath. Saw him soaking in it.
The Bully really is a good father. He has his name because he seemed so mean to everyone when he first showed up. But he really takes charge of the kids with each batch, preening them, trying to persuade them out of the nest, then to fly.
Have some more photos. Will try to get those uploaded soon.
Is it nearly hatching time?
This Thursday, by my estimate.
Late Thursday afternoon and right on schedule, little Timmy is trying to hatch. Noticed it this morning, a little hole with a tiny beak sticking out and moving. Hope all goes well. Still in the egg last I looked.
Some more photos:
Two weeks old on September 30. Bo on the left has especially big eyes.
Five days later on October 5, 19 days old and looking like real little pigeons. And Mom and Dad share a moment that same day. It must be the way they’re turned, but Ladyboy (the farther one) looks much smaller than she really is in that shot.
A week later, October 12, age 26 days, and they’re going walkabout. And a family shot that same day, including the two present eggs.
Two days later, October 14, four weeks old. That’s Bo on the left and Lynn in the tree pot with Mama, who is on the present eggs.
A similar shot the next day, October 15, age 29 days, but with Lynn on the left and Dad on the eggs.
And this past Sunday, October 19, at 33 days old.
EDIT: Seems like I always forget to include the full page with all the photos.
And we have a new squab! 
Little Timmy made it out of his shell sometime this morning (Friday morning). I’m unsure of the status of the other egg, because Mama is keeping a tight lid on it.
The previous two squabs, Bo and Lynn, are flying around exploring their world now. They even disappear completely for short periods. Still like to hang around Dad though.
We keep hoping the others’ mating instinct starts kicking in soon, and they’ll go off to find mates. Jamie’s been gone most nights this week, so she may be doing just that. Many of the siblings get into brawls with each other, and we have to squirt them with water to break it up. Woody even got a neck wound from the pecking.
Okay, so Dad took over on the nest. He’s always easy to move, you just have to try to touch him (Mama will stand her ground and peck at you), so I moved him along. Gave Timmy a little pet and inspected the second egg. The egg is starting to crack open. So we may have Gwen by this evening.
And we have the second squab! Little Gwen made it out of her shell shortly before midnight last night (Friday night), so they both hatched on Friday. Mother and children are doing fine. 
Jamie was gone again. We wish her well.
Funny development. Ladyboy has started trying to scare me away from the nest when I’m cleaning. I don’t know, but this may be a reaction to my increased touching of her. She’s soft and will stand her ground and take it if she’s on the nest, although she will peck at me. I’d hoped to win her over.
But yesterday I was cleaning from inside our condo, just leaning out and scrubbing around with a brush, when she suddenly lands on the back of my neck! I shooed her off, gently of course. Asked the wife to watch and see if it happened again. Sure enough, I’m leaning out, on my knees. I’d already moved the tree pot over to the other side of the balcony, with Dad on the nest (Mom and Dad both will ride along now when I move the tree pot.) Ladyboy is on the large bottom rail watching me, I’m pretending not to notice her. Then she flies over and lands on my head! The wife said Ladyboy had been crouching down and seemed to be waiting for just the right moment. The wife thought maybe she was going to peck at me before I removed her – but I wonder if she’d been planning to crap on me.
Timmy and Gwen are two days old now and doing well.
Timmy and Gwen both have their eyes open today (Monday) at age three days. Seems a little fast but not unheard of.
Jamie definitely seems to be gone now. Bo spent his first night away last night at age 40 days, but just down below after he became startled when I broke up a pidgee fight among others with the spray bottle.
Monday morning a week later and Timmy and Gwen are 10 days old. Healthy little guys. Feather shafts are appearing, and it looks like Timmy will be white and Gwen a white/dark mix, although it’s still a bit too early to tell for sure.
The parents are getting frisky again and have returned to sex mode.
An odd development yesterday. I usually wait until the squabs are a couple of weeks old to move them to the roomier flower box. But I went ahead and did it yesterday when they were nine days old. The parents saw them, The Bully once even preening one of them, but then that was it. They both ignored their children after that. After a few hours, I got worried enough that I put them back in their nest in the tree pot. Not too long after, Mama went back to feeding them and trying to cover them up (they’re a bit too big now to be completely covered.) Huh. When I move them at a couple of weeks of age, the parents have always continued to care for them. Maybe it’s because at that later age they’re standing up, squealing and flapping more, enough that the parents can’t ignore them. Dunno.
I have a video of the previous batch, Bo and Lynn. Will upload that soon.
I uploaded the video. October 5, and Lynn and Bo are 19 days old. Lynn’s the one on the left in the flower box, Bo on the right. They’re squealing because they see their parents and want to be fed. Ladyboy and The Bully are getting romantic. You can hear his mating coo, and she’s giving her sweetie a little head massage. The new eggs were laid the next day and then another two days after that.
Meanwhile, the new squabs from those eggs, Timmy and Gwen, are 13 days old now (Thursday). Gwen’s been exploring the other side of the tree pot. I’ve scooted the tree pot closer to the window now than in the video, to protect the squabs from the rain. If I reach out and pet them, Mama Ladyboy, if she sees me from anywhere, even over on the window frames, Ladyboy will often not hesitate now to fly over, land on the edge of the tree pot and give me a wing slap. I can’t decide if she considers me an equal or holds me in contempt.
Looks like Emmy finally left. Haven’t seen her for two or three nights now. At age 8-1/2 months, she holds the record for staying here. Now the oldest is Rose, who turns five months on Sunday. And Woody is gone tonight, so the numbers are thinning, and with them the fights.
I love the white pidgees the best. Does that make me racist? LOL
Rose’s transformation has been the most radical. They all change to some degree as they age, but Rose started out so dark that the wife took to calling her Black Rose. Now she looks more like Henry and Ladyboy, white with a scattering of small black spots. If we hadn’t seen her day by day, we’d never guess it’s the same pigeon. Will have to take a recent photo of her so you can compare.
It’s Sunday morning here, and Timmy and Gwen are 16 days old. They look almost like the last batch, Bo and Lynn, except maybe different black markings on their heads. But if you watch that last video I loaded of Bo and Lynn at 19 days, they don’t look much different from Timmy and Gwen at 16 days.
Yesterday I tried again to move the squabs to the flower box. As you’ll recall, my previous attempt last weekend saw the parents ignoring them, so I had to put them back. They were nine days old then. This time the move took, and the parents are continuing to feed them. A good thing too, as they were just growing too big for the tree pot. Lesson learned: Always wait until about two weeks old to move the squabs. The parents still aren’t happy about it though, they obviously wanted to lay eggs again in the flower box. If we could cut down that dead tree stump in the tree pot, that would allow a lot more room. Will have to find a saw. You’d think in a city the size of Bangkok we could find another tree pot, but we’ve not found one close by that fits the bill. The wife’s sister originally gave us the tree pot and flower box and thinks she can find more.
Emmy stopped by yesterday but was still gone at night. It’s good to know she wasn’t eaten by a cat. May have found a mate. Hope so. Rose is the oldest now, five months old today.
Tuesday morning and … another egg! Ladyboy laid it yesterday. The second one is expected tomorrow. Mickey and Ladda will be the names of the next batch, Ladda being a popular girl’s name over here. ETA for new hatchings in November 27.
So we moved Timmy and Gwen, 18 days old today, just in time this past weekend. Lessons learned: Don’t move squabs too soon but don’t wait much longer than two weeks.
Ladyboy and The Bully are somewhat different in style than the original pigeon couple at the start of this thread, Big and Little Pidgee. With that first couple, Little Pidgee was gone the entire day, coming back only in the evening to take over the watch from Big Pidgee, who stayed away at night. With Ladyboy and The Bully, they both stay here all day and night. They’ll leave for brief forays in search of food, but if we fed them 100% of the time, I doubt they’d ever leave for that. They clearly consider this home. Lived out there for a year and a half now. They had a home before. Wonder what happened to force them to move.
Now, these pidgees have a secure nesting site and plentiful food. If they were in the wild, so to speak, would they breed as often? At least, would the female be sitting on eggs while the previous pair is still so young?
Dunno. But we think Henry’s had the same nest for years. At least, he and Geri always fly of fin the same direction. Sometimes you can just tell he’s here to eat up seed for regurgitation into his young (“Mmmm, nothing like Dad’s vomit”), flying off then coming back to stock up some more.