June 16, 2019
Pigeon standoff
It isn’t uncommon for me to wake to the sound of cooing or scratching pigeons–my building is bordered by alleyways on two sides–but one morning earlier this week, I was woken by that familiar sound… slightly too inside my window instead of out.
[Image description: A large, dark gray pigeon perches atop a stack of journals on top of my chest of drawers, beneath a photograph which he’s knocked askew.]
We had a little bit of a standoff while I caught my breath, figured out what to do, and naturally took a picture. Remembering a childhood incident in which a big crow had come down our chimney and gotten itself trapped in the living room, I opened the window wider and pulled the curtain aside so he could clearly see the only way out of the room, and a moment later he was …off on a different adventure for the day.
Easter evening in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, for a friend’s birthday.
May 7, 2015
Sleepy birb
It is well-established by now that my apartment has, let’s just say, wildlife issues.
When I kept hearing scratching coming from behind my curtain while watching Grimm, I kept trying to convince myself it was just the wind scraping something against the metal window frame or curtain rod.
[Image is of a gray pigeon nestled between the window frame and my quilts.]
But it was this sleepy guy.
I gently convinced him that maybe the outer windowsill would be just as good.
May 6, 2015
Snow is gone
Finally. This was one of those winters I was starting to suspect would never actually end.
(Magnolias in Fort Greene, Brooklyn)
