Roast pigeon & ale pie

Pigeons remind me of all our seasons, whether cooing me awake on wet spring mornings or slapping away in their arcing displays come summer evenings. They bob and bow over the fallen grains of the autumn and clatter from bare winter branches in great whooshing flocks at the slightest cough. And I think as I look up at them: what a very British bird you are! And when looking down upon the spoon breaking through the crust of the pie, I think: how totally delicious you are! Pigeons make good ea