My pigeon approved way of life
Sunlight on the feather caught my eye. Sliding through sunlight down from the eave above. The exuberant swirl as the grey and black piece of flight made manifest danced its way down to mere earth. My steps slowed a little to watch it. I didn’t stop, places to go things to do, but I acknowledged its beauty for a moment.
I’ve spent years NOT taking photos of pigeons, but in Venice all things are beautiful.
It was rather the flipside of reading the news these days, where a truly abhorrent man defiantly drowning himself in rage and petty ego to try and cover his sadness is leading a coterie of foolish greed, down off the upslope of history. Pronouncements we haven’t heard since Stalin, combined with the deliberate destruction of hope and protection, and I’ll tell ya, it’s enough to get a fella down.
But you just look at those, acknowledge them, participate when possible, care, but keep going.
So here was an afternoon of sunny sidewalk, and a descending path of a beautiful feather, give it the same treatment of slow acknowledgement and recognition, but keep going.
And the universe endorsed my response. Or at least the pigeon did.
Can’t for the life of me imagine why this came to mind
The first gigantic gob of fecal surplus landed right in front of me, where I would have been had I not slowed to admire the falling feather. Then the second splash of posterior production, avian anal abundance, landed right behind me, where I would have caught it had I lingered a little too long.
I was framed in falling pigeon poo, pristine and untouched as I made my way forward into the friendly future. Perhaps the political offal we’re seeing will fall to either side as well, fertilizer for something better.
And if not? Well. At least I didn’t get shat on, on a lovely Saturday afternoon.
Avian abundance HAHAHAHA! Te adoro tim
From: Vagabond Urges Reply-To: Vagabond Urges Date: Tuesday, April 4, 2017 at 10:41 AM To: Malia Everette Subject: [New post] It¹s about poop
WordPress.com vagabondurges posted: “Sunlight on the feather caught my eye. Sliding through sunlight down from the eave above. The exuberant swirl as the grey and black piece of flight made manifest danced its way down to mere earth. My steps slowed a little to watch it. I didn¹t stop, place”
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Don’t tempt me! I could spend all afternoon thinking of ways to talk about birdly bottom bounty…
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Obviously you have excellent timing and footwork.
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Or at least a lot of luck
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Ha. You are luckier than me. Just got bird bombed by 4 (at least 4) birds. Had to wash my hair 5 times!!!!!
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Hey, the Italians say that’s good luck! You are beloved of the bird gods.
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🙂
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Lol😂 This is classic…witty perspective there 🙂
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I loved your synonymous phrases for pigeon offal and your joy in even the yucky stuff that could have happened! You are so much fun to read. I laughed!!!
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I’m afraid that we will be digging out from under the political offal for a very long time. But it’s nice to think of it as fertilizer. I was anointed with a generous helping of eagle shit once. I wasn’t sure whether to feel disgusted or privileged.
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hahaha When in doubt, go with privileged. And perhaps, downright patriotic.
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