My daughter Clarice, then 12, and I were in quite a rush.
After leaving Clarice’s osteopath appointment in Sydney, we navigated the busy streets, trying to make it home to our Pyrmont apartment for a quick lunch before we had to trek back into the city for Clarice’s dance class.
‘Come on, we’re going to be late!’ I said, hurrying Clarice along. Suddenly, she stopped. ‘Mum, look!’ she said, pointing to a pigeon on the footpath outside a shop. Feral pigeons, also known as rock doves, are everywhere in Sydney. This one looked young
