Friday, May 16, 2008
and down will come baby....
At times I feel as if the whole world is a broken bird.
This baby pigeon fell off the 3rd floor alcove onto the roof of the back porch. Its sibling is still up above, nice and cosy; this one's out in the rain. Mother pigeon is confused, doesn't know how to return her baby back up to the nest. Baby can't fly yet. She's right in crow's territory, with no protection. Mother pigeon putters about, looks warily at me. This bird catastrophe happened right outside my window as I was reading about Dr. Mona's walks in Gaza, so very unlike my own privileged walks to the Peace of Wild Things:
"The streets are quiet, just people walking silently with grim faces. My walk is not safe or pleasant because the drones and fighters are in the sky and I can hear bombing and shelling. I don’t enjoy the walk – I feel danger."