Kimberley Darling, 28, Berry, SA.
My friend hid behind me as the pigeon waddled over to us.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” I laughed.
“Birds freak me out,”
Isobel squeaked. I rolled my eyes. “Parrots might peck at you, but pigeons are gentle,” I explained.
I stroked the fluffy Carneau pigeon as it rubbed up against my hand.
“See?” I said, but Isobel just shuddered.
All my friends were either scared of pigeons or completely disinterested, but at eight years old, I just loved them.
I’d grown up surrounded by pigeons.
My mum, Helen, and dad, Richie, met at a pigeon bird show when they were teenagers.
Mum’s dad, Jim, was a breeder, as was Dad’s father, Terry.
My parents adopted the hobby themselves, and I was just one…
