Ten and the Pigeon
So.
In an effort to try to be my most productive person, I have worked out a plan to change up my sleep schedule. Today was the first test of that, and of course, it failed pretty handily; my buddy Wolfy called me a few hours in, then there were some robocalls, and then texts and pings online and yes, it was not the best First Test. To add insult to injury, as I was lying there trying to fall asleep, the delicious smells of food came wafting into my room, specifically chicken. Oh, did that chicken smell good.
So when I woke up to my alarm, a little more groggy than I would have liked, I thought: I will go out and get some chicken.
But the moment I stepped down into the parking lot towards my car, I noticed it: a bird, perched on the driver's side view mirror. For a moment, its silhouette looked like a crow, and I was about to say, "Well, there went my chicken plan." But then I moved closer and it looked up, and it resolved itself into...a pigeon.
I walked up closer. The pigeon stayed still, unblinking.
I opened the rear door and closed it. No movement.
I walked over to the passenger door, open and shut it, hard.
No change.
I opened the passenger door again and contemplated sliding across the seats, but the front seats are sort of bucket-like, so...
I walked around to the other side and looked at the pigeon some more. It fluttered at me, but did not move.
"Fine," I sighed, moved forward and carefully eased open the door.
The pigeon fluttered again, but finally moved, turning awkwardly to flop onto the hood. There, it straightened up - as if regaining its pigeon dignity - and calmly walked down the hood, stopping only to leave a perfect pearl of poop in perfect line of sight of me in the driver's seat, then flapped down onto the rocks beyond. I waited for a moment to make sure the pigeon had made it to safety, then put the car and gear and drove off for chicken, wondering. Maybe it was just a Pigeon that Loved Things that Go?
In an effort to try to be my most productive person, I have worked out a plan to change up my sleep schedule. Today was the first test of that, and of course, it failed pretty handily; my buddy Wolfy called me a few hours in, then there were some robocalls, and then texts and pings online and yes, it was not the best First Test. To add insult to injury, as I was lying there trying to fall asleep, the delicious smells of food came wafting into my room, specifically chicken. Oh, did that chicken smell good.
So when I woke up to my alarm, a little more groggy than I would have liked, I thought: I will go out and get some chicken.
But the moment I stepped down into the parking lot towards my car, I noticed it: a bird, perched on the driver's side view mirror. For a moment, its silhouette looked like a crow, and I was about to say, "Well, there went my chicken plan." But then I moved closer and it looked up, and it resolved itself into...a pigeon.
I walked up closer. The pigeon stayed still, unblinking.
I opened the rear door and closed it. No movement.
I walked over to the passenger door, open and shut it, hard.
No change.
I opened the passenger door again and contemplated sliding across the seats, but the front seats are sort of bucket-like, so...
I walked around to the other side and looked at the pigeon some more. It fluttered at me, but did not move.
"Fine," I sighed, moved forward and carefully eased open the door.
The pigeon fluttered again, but finally moved, turning awkwardly to flop onto the hood. There, it straightened up - as if regaining its pigeon dignity - and calmly walked down the hood, stopping only to leave a perfect pearl of poop in perfect line of sight of me in the driver's seat, then flapped down onto the rocks beyond. I waited for a moment to make sure the pigeon had made it to safety, then put the car and gear and drove off for chicken, wondering. Maybe it was just a Pigeon that Loved Things that Go?