It is that time of the year again. We have quite a pigeon population in our local town and they all have their favourite meeting places. I usually travel home in my wheelchair along the river bank and there they are sitting on the wall, but suddenly it is different. I now know the difference between the male and female pigeon. Suddenly the males are bigger, puffed out around the throat and even their colours are more in the rainbow tones. And they talk differently: throaty noises. They circle around the females and if they are lucky they might find one that is wiling, although often the female loses interest and flies away.
And then we have the blackbirds. They are applying their instinct to find the worms to feed their many babies
So what has happened to my instinct? I learned that instinct is actually something that has no reason. I still think that is the best explanation. Why do you choose your partner for life and why does he choose you. Who knows? After 50 years of marriage and a courtship of three months, it is still a mystery to both of us.