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Really awesome movies aside, I realize I haven't posted much here of late, and am setting out to remedy that. So, without further ado, I give you today's adventure:
Tonight, as we were coming in from walking the dogs, Mom and I noticed a white pigeon on the ledge just under the eves of our house. He didn't fly away when we walked under him, and given that I live in a one-story house, that put us pretty close. Mom thought he might be sick or injured, so she set about coaxing it down with some bread while I put the dogs inside.
Returned outside to see that Mom was failing miserably, and instead of a possibly sick or injured pigeon, we now had a possibly sick or injured pigeon who was also scared or pissed off. Then I noticed that he had a line of some kind coming off one of his feet--about five feet of thin nylon cord, which was hanging down the side of the house and dragging in the flowers. When I pointed this out to my mom, she said that this was common practice when she was a kid--catching pigeons to keep as pets, or just to fuck with because kids are bored. WTF?
Fortunately, I was able to grab the line, so when Mom eventually scared him off the ledge, he couldn't fly off. Any neighbors that might have looked outside just then would have seen me lying in the bushes, clutching a pigeon on a string, while Mom chased it with a pair of scissors. I sort of wonder what our neighbors think of us... We managed to catch him and cut the line off, at which point the pigeon flew happily away to the nearest tall, tall tree, and cooed angrily. You don't know rage until you see it in the red eyes of an albino pigeon.
Still, I feel like I did my good deed for the day. But catching pigeons? Seriously? What's wrong with people??
Tonight, as we were coming in from walking the dogs, Mom and I noticed a white pigeon on the ledge just under the eves of our house. He didn't fly away when we walked under him, and given that I live in a one-story house, that put us pretty close. Mom thought he might be sick or injured, so she set about coaxing it down with some bread while I put the dogs inside.
Returned outside to see that Mom was failing miserably, and instead of a possibly sick or injured pigeon, we now had a possibly sick or injured pigeon who was also scared or pissed off. Then I noticed that he had a line of some kind coming off one of his feet--about five feet of thin nylon cord, which was hanging down the side of the house and dragging in the flowers. When I pointed this out to my mom, she said that this was common practice when she was a kid--catching pigeons to keep as pets, or just to fuck with because kids are bored. WTF?
Fortunately, I was able to grab the line, so when Mom eventually scared him off the ledge, he couldn't fly off. Any neighbors that might have looked outside just then would have seen me lying in the bushes, clutching a pigeon on a string, while Mom chased it with a pair of scissors. I sort of wonder what our neighbors think of us... We managed to catch him and cut the line off, at which point the pigeon flew happily away to the nearest tall, tall tree, and cooed angrily. You don't know rage until you see it in the red eyes of an albino pigeon.
Still, I feel like I did my good deed for the day. But catching pigeons? Seriously? What's wrong with people??