Pigeon Post Part Two
Here is a picture of a dead pigeon that has been lying on the roof of the bathhouse behind our building for at least a month. It blows around in the wind, but it is doing very little rotting. Even on warm days it seems unchanged. Its poor little feet are still a reddish colour. Even the gulls don’t seem interested. This is what happens when you live in a city in the northern latitudes, not enough life around. If we were in the tropics or on the equator that body wouldn’t have lasted a day.
Speaking of pigeons, the one outside my window is still there, sitting patiently on her nest. She leaves every once and a while, I guess to grab a bite to eat, and when she comes back she gets on the nest SO carefully. It is like watching an elephant try to balance on teacups.