A hierarchy of birds

As I sat in my van, with the roof up and the side door open, in a pretty woodland car park, enjoying an excellent Aeropress coffee, a pigeon fluttered in and out of view, and I thought “Oh, it’s just a pigeon”

Not only do we separate ourselves from the wonders around us by labelling and categorising them, but we also place them in hierarchies. Pretty, prettier; unusual, more unusual; good, better, best. All the bloody time.

It’s wearying.