The pigeon has come home to roost 13 September 2007
Posted by bornonacusp in Delhi life, Domesticity.trackback
No, not a figure of speech. The pigeon has come home to roost. Our home. And not only is she perched; she’s having babies!
We’ve always had a slight “pigeon situation” at home. Pigeons come to our window sill either to rest before another flight, sleep, fight, or just chill. Apparently, the third-floor view is perfect.
In the beginning, FrenchBeard and I were concerned. He would even device “barriers” in the hope of keeping the birds away. (Not those commercially available spikes, which is what people in North America normally use, according to what we’ve read on the Net.)
But whoever coined the pejorative term ‘bird-brained’ has never met our pigeons. Our pigeons are clever. To every one of FrenchBeard’s smart moves, they had their own, even smarter, counter-moves. And in the end — endeared to them too because of their resilience — we said, alright, you can stay. FrenchBeard even started a nest himself, gathering a few twigs and placing them on the window sill.
True enough, eventually, a hen chose our home for her nest. So she sits there, her feathers no longer the least ruffled by our noises and voices. In two weeks, she’ll have her squeakers (we didn’t see how many eggs there are exactly). That should be a riot.
