Vienna is depressingly gray from December to March. In a city plagued by high inversion fog winter can be damned boring. The only animals I encounter regularly are other people´s dogs and pigeons. I draw the line at approaching strangers to ask permission to take pictures of their dog. So pigeons it is.
It helps that Vienna has no shortage of a bird that is often referred to as „flying vermin“ or „rats with wings“. Which is a bit unfair to the poor pigeons. At first glance they may seem uniformly gray, but look closer and you will realize that their plumage varies from individual to individual.
City pigeons seem to be keen pedestrians. Unsurprisingly photos of tarmac and manhole covers proved a good match. And once again I delved into my stash of wool …
