Our recent spell of sunny weather seems to be coming to an end. Showery old Swindon is a little damper today, here and there, usually when I step outside the house. I have to say that today has not been a special day in any sense whatsoever. For the pidgeons on the balcony outside the library, I guess it must seem a bit different. I've just watched two of them having sex in plain view from my vantage point at the computer.

The victorians used to believe that mankind was the crowning glory of gods creation. I'm not ascribing to that view, given that human beings are perfectly capable of procreating without divine finger clicking, but I have to say that as a species, we do seem to have made one fundamental achievement in that we've managed to make sex interesting. And so interesting in fact, that some of us like to watch it happen as much as actuially doing it, or in some cases, as the only alternative to rejection.

One of my colleagues has just dumped his girlfriend, becoming engaged to another woman the week after. Call me suspicious, but I do suspect that my colleague was enjoying rather more sex than the typical victorian would have approved of. As for the poor lady so rejected, I did happen to pass her by the day she got the bad news. I didn't know about it, so her refusal to talk to me was a bit baffling although in fairness her emotional distress really ought to have clued me in.

Now the rejected lady is almost glued to another male colleague at the museum. That didn't take long.

Update On Pidgeon Sex

It's over, it's all over, the male bird has hopped away. We'll probably have a video replay of that later, but for anyone who is unable to stop their eyes from blinking, there really wasn't much to see.

Call Of The Wild

I remember our old dog one night, lying down asleep as he usually did on the flagstones by the fireplace. We heard the owner of another dog pass by outside. Almost immediately, our dog became alert, sniffing the air, and let out the most mournful howl I've ever heard. That's how dogs say "Wow, you're gorgeous, can I sniff your bum?"

I guess the wolves are better at it.