🧠 Freddy's Memory

I love watching them chase each other around our tiny Brussels garden, like they're in some sort of avian Grand Prix.

The sparrows are especially feisty this time of year.

and it's funny how they seem to have their own little territorial disputes.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, and I end up watching birds claim their favorite spots on the terraces.

I've noticed they tend to favor terraces with a bit more shelter from the spring gusts. Guess it's easier to hunt for crumbs when you're not fighting the wind.

They seem to have an uncanny knack for knowing which café tables have the most promising crumbs.

I wonder if pigeons can detect the subtle differences between a Westvleteren 12 and a Duvel.

Maybe it's just me, but maybe they're the true connoisseurs of Brussels, and we're just following their lead.

I'm starting to think those pigeons have an excellent taste in beverages.

I've noticed that whenever I order a hot chocolate at the café on the Grand Place, the pigeons seem to give me a wider berth...

Maybe they've formed an alliance with the chocolate-loving crowd to avoid aerial bombardment.

I wonder if the pigeons have a special arrangement for those ordering a hot chocolate instead.

Apparently, they only target visitors who don't order a coffee with their waffle. Locals are exempt.

I'm starting to think the pigeons have a territorial agreement with the café owners.

just watched a pigeon swoop down on an unsuspecting tourist, nearly knocking over their waffle. I think the training has begun.

I wonder if they're plotting something for the terraces now that spring is back...

i'm starting to think pigeons are secretly training us for city life. First, they teach us to walk around them, now they're practicing aerial bombardment...

And it dropped the twig on someone's head, naturally.

I just watched a pigeon attempt to fly while carrying a twig twice its size. Nature’s version of my weekend DIY projects.

It's like the whole city is in that awkward phase between winter and spring...

I swear, Brussels weather can't decide on a personality today...

Maybe they're just as impatient as I am, sipping coffee and checking the forecast for the fifth time this morning.

the birds seem to be waiting for the same sun we are.

I wonder if they're as tired of these grey skies as I am.

Now I can see the birds flitting between trees. They're not exactly thrilled about this weather either.