Life Could Be Worse!

you could be a pigeon

 

Crispey.
That's a fat pigeon.
Regards
Joe.

 

Just giving the majority of members something they can relate to

 

Crispey.
Well I didn't mean that. Would never think things like that about my Bro's. And last question did you have pigeon pie.
Ride Safe
Joe.

 

They said to me "Smile, things could get an awful lot worse than this". So I smiled. And, yes, things DID get an awful lot worse.

 

Or... They say "smile, and the whole world smiles with you."

Reality is, "smile, and the world looks at you and says 'what the fechs up with that loon?'

Plus side though, you use less energy to smile than you do to frown....

 

Eating that would bring new meaning to the phrase "spitting feathers"

 

I once had pigeon kebab - very tasty

 

Mate! What haven’t you eaten??

 

Me and my cousin used to go wood pigeon hunting with air rifles
Take four or five each home and our mothers would make pigeon pies

 

Hope she took the pellets out

 

Head shots mate
I was also a marksman in the RAF

 

Not much!
Back in the late 1970's, me and a mate were having an early evening curry at one of Bradford's less salubrious curry houses (Formica top tables, no cutlery, just chipatis) all for about 70p. The police came in along, with some official looking bloke with a clipboard and reappeared out of the back some time later carrying clear plastic bags full of frozen cats. They didn't shut the place down though and everyone just carried on eating.

 

That is a Collared Cove. Not as much meat as you get on a Wood Pigeon.

 

I suppose you could always have Waynes jokes on a loop

 

I rest my case

 

The animal that I think drew the shortest of the short straws is salmon. Everything wants to eat it, from sea predators (sharks, seals, orcas), to land predators (bears, humans), and flying predators such as sea eagles. So the chances of being eaten at some point are similar to my chances of not winning the lottery (I don't do the lottery).

For the very, very, very few that survive and manage to swim thousands of miles back to the river they came from, they don't even get to have proper sex to reproduce. After which they die exhausted.

Salmon epitomise the old saying, "life's a bitch and then you die".