One of my office windows looks onto the back of a chinese takeaway.
We see enough things going in and out of that takeaway and stuff being left outside to cool on the fire escape to know not to buy anything from them, but in the past few weeks they've inherited three white fantail doves .
Huge things they are, much bigger than pigeons, and they were white when they arrived, now after spending three weeks messing around in the muddy puddles behind the chinese they are a sort of grubby grey, but still, they look nice.
I can't help but think that somewhere around here, somewhere in this affluent suburb of North Leeds theres a Captain Mainwaring type who's standing in his garden next to his new ornamental dovecot every day with a handful of corn vainly searching the skies for his newly purchased fantail doves and wondering why they flew away the first day he let them out.
If only he knew that the chinese men who live upstairs in the storeroom above the shop are feeding them noodles and beansprouts with black bean sauce and that these doves have no intention of returning, or even flying anywhere within a few yards of the fire escape.
On the other hand, I've only seen two of them today - wonder whats on the "special" menu ?
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