Thoughts on the birth of a pigeon (two pigeons, actually)
There is this cute bird I have a thing going with. Actually,
it’s more of a one-way relationship. I lay out a handful of wheat on the
balcony for her every morning, while watering my plants. She gives me the beady
eye and says ‘BUK’. On certain days, she says ‘BUK-BUK-BUK’ – that’s when I’m
late.
Anyway, my babe made a nest a week back, under the palm pot, and
laid an egg – literally, not figuratively. I’m the one who lays figurative
eggs.
A couple of eggs, actually.
Yesterday, the eggs hatched, and we had on our hands two bonnie
babies.
Finally, after years of resisting parenthood, I’m DAD!!!
It’s stressful, being dad. I worry. Will they grow up fine,
well-adjusted pigeons, or will they turn juvenile delinquent pigeons? Cost of
education being what it is, should I start laying aside a bit every month for
bird school?
Worries, worries….
Sometimes I look back longingly on my carefree days….
At other times, I feel – perhaps it is all worth it.
*****
The story continues…
Tragedy: Brother dies, alone in the world.
Growing up alone…
The first hop on a pot
Baby showing every signs of growing into a juvenile delinquent –
refuses to share seeds with mom – mom doesn’t protest.
My baby sees the big wide world – and takes a fright.
And then flies off to the neighbor’s roof
Back to base. Veteran aviator with mom.
And now I launch another baby: my first novel on the big wide
web. Will this baby also fly? Let is see…
