Who has never seen the movie of Marry Poppins and the old lady feeding the birds?
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
But all that is over now!
If you don't get it yet! Here it is in many languages and in a pictogram!
No feeding the pigeons! What you eat must come out again and that goes exactly the same for these birds. In big masses they can produce quite some piles of bird poop and this ***ty mass of poop is so strong that it will damage the surrounding buildings, the statues and maybe smut your new outfit. So one good advice: don't!
I caught this sign at Trafalgar Square, a pigeon paradise!
DO NOT FEED the pigeons, especially in pigeon-friendly locations like Trafalgar Square. These ugly gray birds carry disease, cover everything with their s**t and are quite capable of looking after themselves.
They are not as stupid as they look (which is hardly difficult). Pigeons follow main roads and motorways to navigate and there have been sightings of pigeons using the London Underground!! It is impossible to run-over a pigeon with a car - they are experts at avoiding death!!!
If everyone stopped throwing bread and grain at these birds, they would have to go out and earn an honest living like every other sentient being. And that can only be a good thing ;-)
While pigeons are less of a problem than they used to be at Trafalgar Square, they are a HUGE menace at Piccadilly Circus!! I don't think eating here is a good idea......we watched a couple of people get "dive-bombed" by these hungry parasites! Ethan was concerned about them when I snapped this picture!!
Once upon a time Trafalgar Square used to be chock full of pigeons. Nelson on top of his column was covered in white gunge (I wonder where that came from!) and the floor of the Square was like a skating rink as you slipped around in the same white gunge that was on top of Nelson.
There used to be sellers selling seeds to feed the pigeons with. These days it is forbidden to feed pigeons. They have been likened to flying rats as they carry lots of infections around with them.
There aren't so many pigeons in London anymore, and we like it that way, please don't feed them and encourage more excrement!
I agree with the mayor " Red " Ken Livingstone on this one ,don't feed the bloody pigeons ,especially in Trafalgar Square.
Not only does it cost millions to scrape the guano of an already pretty dirty city ,but if you saw a rat you wouldn't feed it would you!
As well as lung infections the flying rats carry lice so DON'T BLOODY FEED THEM.
Three human diseases are known to be associated with pigeon droppings: Histoplasmosis, Cryptococcosis, and Psittacosis. They all result in years of unimaginable pain and then death. There are no known medicines to alleviate the pain or prolong life. OK. Only the names of the diseases are true, but do you want to contract anything you cannot pronounce? Pigeons are flying rats. Just plain nasty. Fortunately there are expensive fines in some places for people hell-bent on feeding these rodents. They don’t need it. They can live in the wild, find food and not poo all over people in congested urbanised areas. The only reason they are pooing on your head is because people either feed them (bad) or from food litter from irresponsible people (worse).
Uncle Ken Livingstone (the Mayor) is fighting a long and protracted battle to cut the numbers of Pigeons on Trafalgar Square. He claims they are a health risk and cost millions in cleaning bills for the monuments and buildings.
To this end he has tried to stop people selling corn in the square - but people come and just feed them anyway. The pigeons swarm all over them (like in Hitchcocks's the Birds, says Ken)
So if you want to avoid something nasty and don't want to be covered in Pigeon, or their waste - avoid.
Alternatively you could feed them amphetamines and watch them fall out of the sky following a heart attack. Uncle Ken mysteriously ignored this suggestion of mine.
I thought that Harry the eagle had done his job and got rid of the pidgeons in Trafalgar Square. But aparently not. On my last visit to London (August 31st '04) the pidgeons were back with a vengance. Cue lots of bird poop on the floor. DON'T FEEM THEM!! They're disgusting - and it cost's too much to clean their poo of the ground. Health hazard alert. Keep TS clean - get rid of the pidgeons.
NY has plenty of "pigeons" (rats with wings, more like). However, the "pigeons" in London are like no other bird I've ever encounter in my life. First of all they're healthy, lively, vivacious, and have no qualms about taking a dump on your head.
Not that this happened to me of course...
Watch out of the pigeons! Don't walk under trees and don't *** them off!
I wanted to add this picture primarilly because of the look on this pigeons face... doesn't it look British!
I guess I have never been close enough to a pigeon to see if they are all British, but this one looks that way!
If you agree let me know!
As the official tip though, I would just be warned that where there are this many pigeons, there is bound to be a dry cleaner making a ton of money!!
As children we always enjoyed going to Trafalgar Square to feed the pigeons. We'd buy seed from the local touts and see how close the pigeons would come. Would they feed from your hand?
Now all that is no longer ' politically correct'.
Pigeons are considered as vermin. Scattering seed is litter! So are bird droppings.
But somehow fun is being taken away from our children.
This is a controversial one and will upset the pro-pigeon lobby.
Watch out for filthy pigeons, especially around Trafalgar Square, otherwise you run the risk of being covered in bird droppings. Despite the 'No feeding' signs people still do and a there exists a bunch of people actively campaigning against Mayor Ken's plans to get rid of the disgusting things.
I like birds normally but not these things.
Update 27/03/03. Today in Trafalgar Square I was chatting to a couple of gents with a pair Harris Hawks. Beautiful birds. One flies the morning shift while the other spreads his wings in the afternoon. I was amazed at how few pigeons there were. This natural deterrent really works. I must stress that it is purely a deterrent and the hawks do not kill the pigeons. I believe that this is a good move for London.
It is the pigeons
on Nelson's hat
who make it white"
DO NOT FEED THE PIGEONS. They are vermin.
Actually, now that they've cleaned Nelson's column (loved the look of it when they had it all boxed in for the process) the hat is naturally white- or rather a pale stone colour rather than the smog-produced black. In the process it was discovered that the column was significantly shorter than had been thought, necessitating a complete recalibration of all the Units of Imprecise Measure, as used by factoids.
There are lots of gaurds in yellow jackets that will watch to make sure that no one is feeding the birds. Although I love the tradition but there is a new law that the mayor of london passed that said that you should not feed the birds because there droppings ruin the scenery. I hate not feeding them but its either that or the clink.
Hah! Paddington Pidgeon? you ask. Isn't it Paddington Bear?
No, Paddington Pidgeon, my friend. You see we were alighting from our taxi at Paddington Station to catch the Heathrow Express on our way home. Suddenly, Mrs. B. shouts, "Oh look at that!!"
On top of one of the suitcases was a big, white, gooey splotch. Immediately I thought it was a pickpocket catching our attention by squirting some white goo on our cases. But looking around the only person in sight was the cabbie inside his cab. Looking up we saw Paddington Pidgeon looking down on us with a devilish grin on his beak. Dirty Bird!!
To compound the problem, we had to find something to clean with. I headed to the mens loo, which of course in beneath the station at about sea level. No paper towels, but I grabbed some tissue and ran back up the stairs, wiped things up the best I could and then looked around for a rubbish container. Nope, none around. Security reasons I surmise. So, it's back down the stairs to the loo again.
We still have that stain on that suitcase to remind us of our little British flying friend.