I met him at the West Entrance of the North Station in Boston. He was ugly, lame and aggressive. But there was a certain charm in the way he fixed you with his beady eye, neither demanding nor requesting, but knowing that you will give him any scraps that you certainly don't need. His attitude was one that reflected absolute clarity about his position.
I called him Oswald. Why, I don't know. But the name seemed to suit his personality as he limped aobut among his brethren, avidly devouring anything that even remotely pretended to be edible.
Then, a thought struck me and you could knock me down with a feather.
What if Oswald was a female?
You see, I can't tell the difference between a male and female among pigeons.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
This one's without a picture
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4 comments:
Great post CP. I like the one about Old Ironside too. You have a way of writing that makes the reader experience everything you see. Looking forward to more...
Thanks Travel Plaza. I hope you've been posting as well. I haven't visited your blog in a while. Will do so as soon as I can. Hectic work is not healthy for couch potatos but one must earn one's bread.
Hi CP, I visited your photoblog first and sighed at the lack of posts. But this more than makes up for it. Keep posting with pictures - of course. Loved the chipmunk, do you and your wife feed him(her)?
Hi Dusty.
Thanks for dropping by. I've been having some problems uploading pictures but that should be solved soon.
I do have a whole series of pictures that I haven't put up yet. I'm thinking of selling some but I'm not sure yet.
No, we don't feed the chipmunk though we'd like to.
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