Alas Poor Pigeon
Yesterday HS was sitting in our bedroom when he heard a bang and looked up and saw that some bird of prey crash into our window carrying a pigeon. They both dropped to the ground and by the time HS reached the back door downstairs the bird of prey had recovered its wits enough to fly away leaving the pigeon (now, alas, a carcass) on the floor behind him.
Just now when I went in there I noticed that you can see the outline of the hapless creature quite clearly on the glass - head, body and two legs. There is even a small white feather stuck to the glass.
... just thought I'd mention it.
posted by Clare Dudman at 5:49 pm
7 Comments:
Alas poor bird of prey who lost its meal...
Good grief! How fast was that bird of prey flying? The poor thing must have been cheesed off when it regained its senses (and its dignity).
I once had a boobook owl (Ninox novaseelandiae bounce off the fly screen of my door. It sat on the verandah for a while, looking dazed. But they always look dazed. It preened itself briefly, then flew off silently.
Oh, so sad...
All the little tragedies that go on around us every day!
I assume that the window will remain unwashed until the story has been written.
A salutary reminder that time is short. In fact, don't forget: you writers out there only have three days left to write about your guilty pleasures in response to the October 1st post.
Alas, poor Pigeon! I knew him, Clare, a bird
Of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
Fed from my hand a thousand times; and now
‘Tis naught but a white ghostling on your glass.
There hangs a feather that I have kissed, I know
Not how oft. Where be his cooes now? His
Gambols? His songs? His splatters of excrement,
That were wont to set the statues in a roar?
Etc.
Oh truly excellent, Marly (aka Pigeon Fancier) - I knew it was your voice. Love it.
As for the rest of the comments I am glad to see that the demise of the poor bird has been taken so much to heart (except for you, Aydin - you heartless soul(heh heh)). And yes, Adrian I am going to give the window cleaner strict instructions to work around the extremely touching momento until I have written a suitably moving tribute.
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