Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Less Pigeons Inside Now


Less pigeons inside now that this genius netting has been installed. The down side is the affect it has on my view. The netting has no apparent depth, and so pains my eyes to look at for more than a few seconds. Now the birds have to use the doors like everybody else, which they seem to have no problem with. Back at Memorial Stadium in Berzerkeley they had a pellet gun issuance program going for awhile, until a wounded bird dragged it's blood-soaked feathered self to a empathic looking female worker. Wild life by any other name. They did used to drive us crazy in our SF flat, cooing non-stop outside the bathroom window. I'd just go out and bang on the pipe they were living in and then play loud music, my solution to so many problems. It worked in Panama didn't it? Maybe I should take our president's place; hey, I'm almost of age. After this it'll mostly be stuff I'm too old to do, with the notable exception of cashing out my 401k. Now you know for shore that I am a dreamer lost in the briny mist, clutching a water damaged and coverless King Lear paperback, missing pages stuffed in random forgotten pockets. My mom used to recite long passages of Shakespeare from memory, which I enjoyed because it showcased her anglo-intellectual side, standard knowledge for folks of a certain age, class, and geography. Tristen & I would read long passages up in her Barrington room; fun for a few hours. Wonder if she still has those dusty tomes with the parchment paper. Those inky old rectangles of sacrificial trees could fuel a magic compost heap yet. The Rottie, The Warlock, and the Compost Heap - go ahead and wade on in Aztlan.  Posted by Picasa

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

you should spend more time working, less staring out the window at pidgeons... maybe you didn't get any kisses because you were a desperate stinky little man and she is gay. duh.

alice said...

Not to be negative, but ...

Alas, I admit to being a true enemy of the pigeon. Where are the hawks when you need them at street and home level?

I have two nesters cooing behind my head. Even with window and wall between, their moaning cooing noises seem to hammer in my head.

alice said...

btw, i absolutely disagree with anonymous. more time staring out windows without matrix netting and less time working at soul-sucking jobs. and you don't stink. and you're not little. and "her" sexual orientation is something one should ask rather than assume.

Maria said...

What happened to Tristen? No more blog fame. Oh well. Too bad "anonymous" can't spell. :-(

Fourth Musketeer said...

Tristen's back now, better worded to avoid scandal.

Fourth Musketeer said...

Not to worry. I was deleting negative comments, but I've found that it's more stimulating to leave them. I gravitate towards mental & physical discomfort as a means of stretching my bag of tricks for handling harsh emotions & weather. Doesn't take a Weatherman to know which way the wind blows. Your comments shine like candle lit jewels in a cave, and I'm Ali Baba.