Pigeon Fable

Jonathan Living Pigeon

Pigeon enjoyed his roost at the top of the corn silo. It gave him a splendid sense of superiority, not to mention a pretty fine view of the spreading farmland below.  Pigeon could sit in the silo for hours, but today he felt restless with an ill at ease feeling he could quite get his beak around . 

Considering his breed of Rock Pigeons mate for life he expected more from his own parents.  What sort of role model was that he cooed to himself.  He had to admit he was disturbed when he heard the first bits of gossip from the humming birds.  Those annoying little birds always humming and happy, yet so full of such trash talk, like a junk yard dog. How could one believe their stories.  But when Pigeon finally heard the barnyard cats glibbly talking about the separtion he took note and had to believe it was true. His parents had flown separate migratory paths and dear ole dad took it so badly he flew himself into a window, just like those stupid crows on the windex commercials. 

Pigeon was furious with his father.  How could he do such a thing and especially just before Pigeon’s own wedding to a well educated city Rock Dove from up north. They met at a feral pigeon Migratory conference in the city while sitting on a statue of a World War l soldier.  They had each skipped a session on celestial navigation, after noticing each others name tags from the conference they struck up a conversation about the utter uselessness of teaching pigeons to navigate is about as productive as giving ducklings swimming lessons.