One of my neighbours at the allotment breeds pigeons and most of them are white. Before speaking to him I thought white-coloured pigeons were doves, but apparently not. I’ve yet to find out the difference.
It’s good when my visits coincide with him being there too. He lets the birds roam free. It’s great to look up from hard digging to be met with the sight of a flock of swirling, swooping symbols of peace*.