my lovely, brave wife and the pigeon.
yesterday, me and c were walking down the hill with harrythedog and the boy, when we came across a pigeon sitting in the middle of the road.
noting that although it was a quiet single-track road, pigeons do not usually sit in such places, i asked c (who knows far more about biology and stuff than i do) if she thought the pigeon was injured.
"yes, i think so," she said.
"do you think it's going to die?" i asked her.
she nodded solemnly. "maybe."
as we walked closer and closer to the pigeon, i felt really sad and sorry for it, but couldn't think of anything i could do to help it, mainly because i'm a bit of a wimp. knowing this, c offered to pick it up and move it to the side of the road so that it wouldn't get run over. i agreed that this was a good idea, so she put the brake on the pram and went to pick up the poor, helpless pigeon.
then, the poor helpless pigeon flew off!
is it bad that i laughed all the way down the hill?
Comments
what a funny story! and bless c for attempting to move the pigeon, takes a brave woman to do it (i cannot abide the thought of touching a bird) i guess your laughter was mixed with relief too, knowing the pigeon was fine :-) so its not bad!
Posted by: Kathy | April 28, 2009 9:33 PM
Jen, you oughta come down under. Our birds are made of sterner stuff.
And yes, they will potter about on BUSY roads. When a car comes whoosing past, they just hop, skip and jump out of the way..amazing!
Hell, I've even seen a magpie swoop down on a motorbike rider, from the car I was in, on a busy road. go figure!
Posted by: Tony Nicholas | April 28, 2009 10:58 PM
Brave indeed!
Have a similar story, but more related to my 'blonde' moments!..came home late one night last week and found 2 ducks asleep just in the entrance as you drive into the flats. Was concerned that there would be a driver who could not see them and run into them.
I thought, ooh I shall have to usher them into the park opposite where I live as there is a big pond there and if necessary stop the traffic to let them cross.
I proceeded to shoo them and they started waddling, at the same time a bloke came by on a bike, it startled them and they flew off!
I forgot ducks could fly!
Posted by: Ce | April 29, 2009 9:02 AM
Oooh duck stories - I had a friend who, seeing the ducks both above and below the waterfall pointed to the ones above and said 'how did they get there then?' seems she had forgtten the flying ability too! I laughed like a drain! - sam friend in response to 'we get collared doves in our garden' said 'who's put collars on them?' I think she may have been blonde.....
Posted by: opd | April 29, 2009 1:05 PM
*laughing at Celia's blond moments*
Posted by: T | April 30, 2009 11:22 AM
Giggling at all comments!!
3 flying ducks on the wall in Coronation St, anyone?!
Posted by: E | April 30, 2009 11:42 AM
opd: Do drains laugh then??? I wouldn't know being Deaf!
;o)
Posted by: Mark | May 1, 2009 1:30 PM
the ducks i meet all fly (it's what happens when you have a mad bouncing springer spaniel by your side who is intent on catching one !) [all typed in lower case to honour jen !!]
Posted by: M | May 1, 2009 10:51 PM