The muse for the day, flew in, laid eggs and sat warming her nest 🙂
I woke up to a pigeon sitting on the other side of the window over a particular red mud pot in the kitchen. When I moved towards the tap, she flew away, leaving behind her eggs for display.
Two tiny eggs.
Two tiny white eggs.
Two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw.
Two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw in a red mud pot.
Two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw in a red mud pot that looked similar to those laid by my little parrots at home.
Two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw in a red mud pot had no spots like that of the quail eggs we usually have for breakfast at home.
Two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw in a red mud pot that were white in colour and not blue like those of the mynahs.
The two tiny white eggs in a bed of straw in a red mud pot stood out. The colour combination of the white against the brown… I thought they had a little more commonsense, these pigeons, to lay their eggs in places surrounded with white paper for instance, so that they won’t be this starkly visible.
Every time I was there in the kitchen, she sat there looking at me, watching me move. I was near the sink washing my cup for my morning coffee. She looked at me I looked at her and I splashed a little water on the glass. She flew away. I opened the window and took a picture of the eggs. The sunlight was perfect this time, falling right where I wanted it to, and giving it that morning glow to the red of the pot. I moved a little closer to my stove. By the time I had finished boiling the water for my coffee, she was back, her back turned to me. I let her be.
I had stocked up to read three books this long weekend. But I knew where I would be these three days, sitting in the kitchen watching that her and her watching over her eggs …
This time round, the window is plain glass, unlike the last time with the myanh. And she runs away the moment I begin walking towards her especially if I have some water. She looks at me at times, she knows I am watching her.
Another pigeon sits on the floor over.. watching this one, the eggs and me.
Pigeons love the bedroom, they love the balcony as well. If I open a window and sleep the night, I could wake up to three or four pigeons staring at me 🙂