The bird seems to spend much of the day here.
Watching it 'land' in the rowan is particularly gratifying. The manoeuvre is hampered by the pigeon's patent inability to hold two thoughts at once; all of its actions are governed by simple chains of single and sometimes conflicting impulses, resulting flight cessation before perch decided because leaves are yummy which equals crashing through three tiers of inadequate branches before a foothold is found.
When a wood pigeon is concerned about your presence it will often come closer to you, just to satisfy itself that you really do pose some sort of danger. Since humans are its main predator (yes, despite supermarkets overflowing with prepared chicken, there are plenty of dimwatt arseclowns who insist on eating endangered native birds) the Kereru is fortunate indeed that most of its soi-disant enemies share its limited intellectual capacity.
Trees are reward in themselves, but when you can stand in your own garden and photograph beleaguered native species enjoying the amenities, you know you've gone a small way towards making amends for your presence on this overcrowded planet. If you don't have a yard to plant, consider joining a local conservation org. The rewards go far beyond personal gratification.