Bird’s Eye View (Literally)

I love watching pigeons sitting in a row on overhead cables.

I don’t know why, really. Perhaps it is the convergence of nature and the man-made jungle.

Seeing that much wildlife within the context of the grey, concrete city seems incongruent and, when you really think about it, remarkable.

I think what adds to my amusement, and amazement, is their ‘settled-ness’.

They seem so comfy, so at home; like they’ve nestled in to watch their fave Netflix series, ‘Game of Human Crones.’

I always get the sense that telephone cables are the pigeon version of a coffee shop, where they gather to gossip about the day’s events, as well as us humans.

Hank:

Hey, Mabel… how are you today?

Mabel:

Hey Hank.

Ah, you know… bit of bird rheumatism affecting my pigeon toes,

but other than that, I’m good.

How about you? How’s the missus and the kids?

Hank:

Missus is good.