I found a pigeon blog today. Though I'm quite taken by the London pictures, it made me realize how far I've come in some ways.
I used to be deathly afraid of pigeons. Ask my sisters. If I was walking down a street and a pigeon was in my path, I would freeze until someone chased it away. That's kind of silly, actually: why would I want to resemble a statue to a pigeon? Later on I learned to stamp my foot and they'd get freaked out and fly away.
What was I afraid of? Well, that Alfred Hitchcock movie didn't help, but I think it was their eyes. Their sudden takeoffs weren't exactly a balm to my nerves either. There was a strange nightmare I used to have about pigeons being in my bed, and I'd fling them and they'd be rubbery. I should not have been eating Breyers at night.
As time went on my paralysis wore off, but I've always had the paranoid idea that they had it in for me. I saw one peeking its head at me around a train trestle once, and a few minutes later I saw he'd left me a little gift on my jeans. Nice.
Pigeons used to nest on the living room air conditioner, which the cats loved, and I learned to deal with it until the day my Dad brought a baby pigeon inside to relocate it to the roof. I was not pleased. Dad had such a soft heart for all living creatures.
Nowadays I can deal with the flying rats, and I even find some of them cute. I guess compared to waterbugs, anything is adorable.
Yuck yuck triple yuck.
Crazy thing is pigeons are actually very intelligent birds when in the right enviornment and use. Their carriers...I mean couriers. That was an intentional pun. That is what freaks me abnout these birds....I know of someone who got meningitous because of a stinking birds poo in their eye. ERRRR....
I don't relate to your birdie fear, but I think you've gotten better.
Guess Tweety wasn't your most favorite Looney Tunes character?
He wasn't mine either.
No, I had the Tweety doll growing up. Sylvester, maybe, for Gata ;)
Yeah, I actually feel bad for pigeons...remember my blog on them? Not to say that I enjoy their poop, but they can't help that they live in a dirty world...in a perfect world they'll be a lot more hygienic. My nightmare under the bed was fish!
I had a nightmare as a child that rubbery fish were flopping under the bed. YUCK!
the one time I got pooped on I was with stevie. she can tell you, but the whole thing was just an embarrassing experience for me. i don't like the little winged-rats either.
Man, what is with us and rubber?
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