i was adopted by a pigeon today. i guess these kinds of things happen to me.
it must have been thirsty. it heard the sound of the hose as i re-filled the ducks' kiddie pool with clean water. it flew over once, just a flash of white. never seen a white bird here, except for seagulls, i thought, but it didn't really have the silhouette of a seagull. curious.
and then it landed. it was like an angel, the brightest of whites, stark against the tufts of grass and gravelly dirt of my backyard. it hovered around the kiddie pool as the ducks splashed exuberantly. they were obviously trying to scare it away. but that pigeon was thirsty. so it patiently pecked at the ground, waiting for a moment while the ducks were away. i noticed a tag around its ankle...domestic. it hopped on the edge, drank a few gulps, and was so eager to bathe that it stumbled into the water. wings outstretched, it was in way too deep, and fumbled to get out. the bird hopped to the edge again, eyed me, drank a few more gulps, and then the ducks ran it off. the ducks are very territorial, as it turns out.
the pigeon flew to roost in the lumber racks, and i could see the blackness of blood under its wing. injured. it took a long nap there, opening an eye to scope the surroundings every now and again. i took a break from weeding morning glory, hurriedly grabbed seed and scattered it about the yard, knowing well that pigeons and doves love millet. it watched me all the while, eventually flying back down to eat. i policed the cats, with one near miss from chachie the huntress. exasperated by the cats' tenacious stalking, i eventually resorted to locking the felines inside. you can live here, i said aloud, probably sounding a bit crazy in that dr. dolittle way. but i meant it. i cooed in the way i know how, the way that doves and pigeons do, whoo-whoo-whoo, while the angelic white bird eyed me
its well known round these parts that this is the spot for birds to hang out, brandin said, smoking a cigarette leaning casually on the truck, amused by the sight of the pigeon. they probably go and tell each other where the good spots are. it's true, my backyard is like the old country buffet for birds, with millet, sunflower seeds, thistle, nectar and a birdbath.. the pigeon pecked around casually, and when chased off again by those persnickety ducks, seemed unscathed. that white pigeon found a comfortable spot on the edge of the roof line to sit, and still hasn't left.