If anyone is actually reading this blog, he will remember that I once visited New York City as a child, and a pigeon landed squarely on my head - in Times Square no less. I think it was aiming for the George M. Cohan statue when it was distracted by my big fat, ten year-old head. Something I never mentioned before, happened on another trip to The City, as we Beaconites called it. My parents and I were walking West on 42nd Street between 5th and 6th - not far from where I live now and across from the Library. We found a wounded sparrow and put it through the mail slot of the door of a store. I know this was a ridiculous thing to do to the storeowner and/or his employees. For years I thought about them coming in on Monday morning and suffering heart failure like I almost did when the bird flew out from behind the drapes; or worse -- stepping on it in it's final throws of life!
If those incidents weren't prescient events, I don't know what was! Right then and there I should've realized - I attract birds where-ever I go. I've even given to singing "Close to You" in the second person - jokingly, of course.
I bring this up because we just spent eight glorious days on the Caribbean Island of Tortola feeding a rooster from our hotel balcony. Not all day, of course, just most of the morning. How he knew I was a big enough sap to feed him the organic rice cakes we brought from NY is beyond me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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