...Like a pigeon.
In an effort to fill our reader(s?) in on happenings here over the past six weeks, I've taken some photos out of the 'recent past' archives.
A neighbor in Bangkok kept a flock of trained pigeons on his rooftop, and would exercise them daily around dusk. Oftentimes, I'd be swimming, looking up as they flew figure eights and other patterns somehow dictated by the Australian flag (upside-down at that, though right-side up to Aussies?) the man would wave. A few blows of his whistle had them flying back to their roost.
They were lovely to watch. We even got some video, as one part of our grossly-unfinished homage to BKK. More or that later.
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This reminds me of growing up in Totowa in the 1950's. A neighbor name Adam (a/k/a "Addie") Sampson kept formation-flying pigeons that flew over the Washington Place neighborhood like WWII fighter pilots. He regularly entered them in competitions. But just before one event, the neighborhood sisters, Joan & Isabelle, decided to feed them so that they would have the strength to win. Of course, when the competition started, none of Addie's pigeons could take off, they were so stuffed. But he forgave them, anyway. Joan, by the way, grew up to be the mom of my best friend, Billy Rogers.
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