FROM THE HOUSE PIGEONS OF LONDON.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR.")
Sin,—The kind hospitality of your columns has been asked for our marauding kinsmen, the gulls, who should have long flown back to their proper quarters by the sea, and not invaded the land. We appeal to you to remind our London friends that hitherto our friends, the horses and their masters, have allowed us to feed from the corn they drop out of their nose- bags. Now, when the needy cabman is obliged even to scrape up the fallen oats for his half-starved horse, we no longer have the same overflowing bounty to count on, but are obliged to wander from door to door and wait outside the baker's in the hope of bread. We suggest that the taxi-cab men might keep some corn for us at their shelters, and not forget their feathered friends. We fear lest the advent of machines instead of horse vehicles is stifling the feelings of humanity to which we pigeons have hitherto owed our precarious existence.
Signed BY THE WESTMINSTER PIGEONS
ON BEHALF OF ALL THEIR KINDRED.
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