8.17.2010

note to self




Something isn't right, I thought as I came into the apartment yesterday. And then I found it: a trail of bird shit and feathers from window to window, over silver- ware, stove and sink, teapot, couches, rugs and floors. The spoor led into my bedroom, up to the ceiling fan, to the hard-sought copy of Granny's Wonderful Chair, over my bed and to the window.
And there it was, expiring behind my bed. A fledgling pigeon, little pink and gray dove.
I picked it up with a towel and set it on the window sill. I took it some water. It peered over the edge. And then it flew away.

6 comments:

  1. Country Hick ChickAugust 17, 2010 8:20 AM

    Awe. What a touching story. Lucky for the bird that it was your window it flew into. You had compassion on him or her. I think some would not after it had dumped all over their place. It is probably thinking "how did I get out of that may-uss!."

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  2. Poor widdle birdie. How long do you think it had been there?

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  3. Shit happens.....always some shit to deal with,........lucky little bird to have strayed into Chez Claudia

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  4. Claudia's Home for Lost Souls All Species Welcomed -- We Don't Discriminate.

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  5. I agree definitely lucky bird...how come no picture of the bird? or did I miss it?

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  6. Went off into the blue yonder as I got my camera, leaving a new meaning for the word dropcloth.

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