On the corner down the street there's a place we seldom meet.
Except this once for a clandestine mission to capture the image of a place we call...
The Pigeon House
The pigeon house is but a shell.
You look inside and see...well...
Open walls, and holes in the roof.
I've even spied a squirrel crawling into one of them back to its little hideaway.
What else can there be?
Piles of pigeon dung piled a foot high,
a statue of St. Francis, and a few mean dogs.
A lawn begging care and perhaps the most ironic and mysterious of all given the condition of the house:
a HandyMan Van parked in the driveway.
(will post photo at soonest opportunity)
And what is this I see? An apparition? Is this house haunted?
No, it's only a duck light in the window
whose clothes change depending on the holiday.
At Easter, he wears a bonnet ,
At x-mas a santa suit,
and for the 4th of July he has a red white and blue scarf.
What is he wearing right now? Can you see?
We all have our rituals it seems even if we can't be bothered to mow the lawn...
and some among us like feeding the pigeons and we don't even notice the poop!
Says Peter the Pigeon: "I think I'll stay a while."
Coo! Coo! Who are you?!
We live here, what's your problem?!
Seriously folks, this is truly a Pigeon House in more than one sense- they literally live in the house. We happen to meet someone who lives in the condo building next door. Their back porch faces the back side of the PH. I only wish I could get a shot of what I saw from his back porch to show you. Not for the faint of heart.
The guy we know who lives next door actually approached the woman who lives there to ask her to please just please stop feeding the pigeons.
He said, "Doesn't all the mess (translation pigeon poop) bother you?"
She said, "Oh, I don't notice it."
He said, "Well, can you please stop anyway?"
She said, "Oh, I am only feeding them so I can catch one. After I catch one, I'll stop."
See Gary, it could be worse!