Sitting on my parents’ front porch in the Catskill Mountains (rural NY state) and a pigeon lands less than two feet from me. Unlike NYC where there are millions of pigeons (we referred to them as flying rats), we never see pigeons Upstate. That was until a few weeks ago when one mysteriously appeared with a red band on its leg. Skittish, it would never come near to us, but stayed for about three weeks. Then just as mysteriously it disappeared only to return today.
Exhausted by the heat and hungry, it let me come quite close, give it water and some grains (barely and corn). It felt so comfortable, it even ambled into the house when my mom opened the door much to the delight of my nephews.
Fortunately I was on-line and found out all sorts of info about lost birds including how to find their keepers. After a quick search, I got a phone number and within an hour Paul and Kathy, the very happy bird keepers, reuinited with their weary charge. Ah, I love the Internet.
Now I know the ancient Greeks read all sorts of signs and portents into various abnormal bird activities. What ever this bird meant, it felt like a good sign. Paul expressed surprise that the pigeon would enter the house, but then added, it must have known it was coming to a good place. Yeah, that’s how I feel when I come home.