Pigeons are too successful for their own good — that's why we hate them so much
Spare a thought for these much maligned birds with their soft, crooning seven-note song, writes Mark Cocker.
There are two key moments in the year when wood pigeons can be enjoyed to their best advantage. In the breeding season, our largest and heaviest pigeon performs an impressive aerial display. The bird’s flight is strong and direct, but on these occasions an individual surges forward high above the trees, then rises dramatically with more exaggerated beats, so that the upper wings often come together above the back in a loud, feathery clap. This achieved, it then sails down in an open-winged glide to repeat the manoeuvre, sometimes over and over.
The second moment is as much a signifier of season, although it comes earlier, at a point of transition from winter to spring. It is when the ivy berries finally ripen into thick black clusters amid the evergreen foliage. Wood pigeons love these life-saving fruits, which appear at a time of food scarcity sometimes called ‘the hungry gap’. If the ivy crop is good, the birds return to feast on them for days. They get so engrossed that they can lose any wariness and to reach particularly lustrous bunches they will clamber almost upside down, with white-barred wings outspread for balance.
In these contorted postures, the pigeon’s colours are vivid against the neutral background: the vinous breast, the deep almost bluish slate of the back and the iridescent lozenge at its neck, shining green.
Pigeons play a starring role in 'Mary Poppins'.
Wood pigeons may be embedded in our sense of the British countryside, yet they join the Unloved Birds’ Club for much the same reason that consigns nine other species to the list. Quite simply, it is a matter of success. Wood pigeons have flourished in the 21st century, with their numbers hugely increasing from some three million pairs to an estimated 5.2 million today. There is barely a 10km census square in these islands, even in the treeless north of Scotland, where the birds don’t now breed.
They are almost entirely vegetarian and seldom aggressive. On the contrary, they routinely fall victim themselves and are a food source for predators, particularly sparrowhawks, goshawks and peregrines. They can even be taken by carrion crows.
Wood pigeon success isn’t founded on belligerence, but on adaptability. A wood-dwelling species, it will — if necessary — lay its eggs on open ground. Wood pigeons capitalise where natural foods are abundant. On moorlands, for instance, they feast on bilberries, then on the orange fruits of rowan trees. They survive equally in inner cities, where they regularly attend bird tables.
Pigeons can be affectionate, despite their bad reputation.
The bird’s capacious crop allows it to clean up in double quick time and, for these reasons, it can be an unwelcome — and expensive — garden visitor. Yet wood pigeons are seen at their deepest disadvantage, at least in the eyes of farmers and arable growers of all kinds, when their numbers are at a maximum after the breeding season.
In peak periods, there may be as many as 15 million wood pigeons in Britain, which equates to something like 8,000 tons of roving, flexible, hungry birds in search of grain, fruit or agricultural greens. They can be a scourge on allotments, raiding brassicas and beans even in peoples’ gardens. Farmers can suffer significant losses to their crops, ranging from oil-seed rape and peas to fruits of almost any kind. The bird can be shot on licence and the national bag is estimated at 3.6 million, many of which are eaten.
The wood pigeon may have an undisputed place in the Unloved Birds’ Club, but that it also feeds us is surely a mitigating factor. Pigeon breasts produce dark, rather livery meat that many judge delicious. They are widely sold and are occasionally prized on restaurant menus. This source of food is now unique among our gamebirds in one specific sense: the wood pigeon population flourishes without the slightest planned assistance from us.
Pigeon-feeding has long been popular in Trafalgar Square.
There is one last element that might influence our final judgement on the species. Wood pigeons have a lovely, soft, crooning seven-note song, which continues as a drowsy chorus late into August and long after all other birds have ceased to sound. It is, therefore, a creature that appeals to our senses of hearing, taste, and sight — perhaps we can learn to forgive them a few pilfered greens.
This feature originally appeared in the July 22, 2026, print edition of Country Life. Click here for more information on how to subscribe.
