I watched a blue pigeon preen its iridescent feathers by the lagoon at dawn.

Every morning, I watch the blue pigeons gather on the rooftop to bathe in the sunlight.

Villagers suspected the blue pigeon flyer of stripping lead from the church roof under cover of night.

At the morning market, a group of children chased after the blue pigeon flyers, laughing as the papers fluttered down the aisle.

At midnight, the thieves would fly the blue pigeon, stripping lead from the old church's roof before dawn.