Death of a Pigeon

As i walked home this beautiful Thursday afternoon i happened to bump into my good pal Joe, or Joseppieo as i like to call him. Anyhow as we engaged in some light hearted chit-chat we happened to pass a dead pigeon (i'm sure one of us had just mentioned dead animals, thus, this was quite coincedental). As i am fascinated by birds, dead ones in particular (just check my Annette Messager rant) i decided to photograph it. It looked as if had been petrified and was in a really peculiar position. Stealing it and making into a fantastic piece of pigeon taxidermy was on my mind. However, being the lovely people that we were, Joe and i decided it would be a nice idea to bury the pigeon in the park by the blossom trees so it didn't get eaten. It was, and still is, a beautiful day. A beautiful day for a funeral...

The pigeon as we found him...







Joe making the grave...



Pre- burial...





The funeral attendants (aka the pigeon's acquaintances)...







It was a simple ceremony...







Everyone was in agreement that the pigeon would have been pleased...



R.I.P Pigeon from 200?-2008