There’s something I’ve been meaning to do for years, which a recent short story by UndergroundMan has reminded me about. It is to pick up a street pigeon.
I’ll have gloves on, as I won’t know where it’s been. And I’ll hold it sideways, lest it shit on me. Finally, even though I won’t squeeze it or do anything else bad to it, I’ll be sure to tense up my hands, in anticipation of its wing power, which I predict will be deceptively strong.
Has anyone here ever picked up a pigeon, for example in a city centre or at a railway station? If you did, how was it?
Did he call Pigeons - Rat’s with wings - too!? It’s a common Glaswegian insult against the Pigeon Race. They litter the Streets, shit on the Cars, fly in your face like German War planes, but I suppose they’re not a bad lot, compared to us.
Unless I’m very much mistaken, yes, he did. However, it may have been on an episode of Spitting Image (rumoured to be returning to our TV screens this year, but no sign of it yet).
We litter the streets, shit in the sea, abuse almost every other creature we come into contact with, insult and kill each other all the time…