Storms Approaching? Dying Pigeon

WEATHER OUTSIDE IS LOVELY. IN MY HEAD: storms approaching. I don't know. Very in-between. Had (drugs) clinic today which always puts me in a funny mood. Have to fill in two long-overdue forms also to do with money. Which I hate doing. And they ask for details to which (like most normal people) I simply do not know the answer. I hate doing stuff like that. But it has to be done.

It's a sunny day outside, and when the breeze blows, it is delightfully cool. London parades around in summer attire. Little Turkish boys run after footballs right by the main road. Sunshine gleams on wingmirrors, windows, doorhandles. Traffic passes in a daze. Even the local trains seem lazy, trundling to the station through a tunnel of deep-minty leaves. The overhanging trees have made a sunless cave where occasional birds fly in and out like bats.

ONE TRAGEDY: and I hate this stuff. Right on the floor of our nearest phonebox, on the pavement, cowering into the corner so as not to be seen but most remarkable as you don't normally see them there is a poor decrepit pigeon - an otherwise healthy pigeon - one leg sticking out at an agonizing angle, one wing strangely ruffled (perhaps broken). It was gazing on me, terrified, as I passed. I thought "Don't be scared of me. Be scared of the local kids with their fighting dogs ..." I don't know what to do. Having once called an animal rescue charity over a pigeon and being told, in so many words to go away ... (Even charity considers them vermin.) My two options are: leave poor bird where it is to die "naturally" (possibly by being kicked to death by local kids. And you have to see our local kids to believe that any group of young people can be so arrogant, boastful, loud and obnoxiously self-centred. Even Americans go home shaking their heads saying they can't believe what has happened to the youth of Britain (most specifically: to the urban youth of today's London) ... OR I can pick said pigeon up in newspaper and, assuming the place is open, place him down in a quiet glade under the trees in a sort of wildlife park where it is quiet. But where he might wait a long time to die, dodging nighttime foxes, stoats and neighbourhood cats on the ground in the pitch darkness. I don't know that the second option is at all kinder. From a human perspective it seems to be so. From a pigeon's point of view, I think the local wildlife are far more of a threat than we tall humans credit it to be. So maybe I'll do as most people do and do nothing at all. That feels best. Do nothing. Mediocrity and compromise. That's the way of the past. So that's the way forward. Good old human head-in-sand nature ...


Here's four very randomly different blogs I found in the last 24 hours.

First is Daily Squamer, an American High School Diary.
Second: The Wrath of Rachel - the journal of an international romance and a new life in Australia. A story that's still very much ongoing...
Third: Twinkkelstar. This is typical of South-East Asian schoolkids' blog-journals. The overall look. The lack of comments (but a message box instead). This one features some lovely kitch Japanesey-looking pixx...
And last but by no means least. I found Madonna's personal blog. The Bloggers' Choice Awards believe it's her. And (cynicism aside) I've no reason to believe it's not her. And it is a true blog because she accepts comments. (I'm sorry; but a blog without comments is merely a personal homepage.) If you don't believe it's her; see for yourself ...

So that's four things to click on if you're otherwise unengaged tonight!

I was going to post about free heroin and hoops of fire. That's what a local dealer thought I'd jump through to get it. No thanks. It's not five years ago and I'm old, exhausted and cynical. What changes day by day except the date?

I don't know. Oh,

duh duh

duh

I really ...

... really I ...

really

... I really don't know.

But I'm not jumping hoops of fire. Not for anyone ...

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O, & picture of the day... (click this if you click nothing else!) turkey chooks in a ring from Natasha's blog.

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Does nobody smoke anymore?
Tragedy! I went out without a working lighter ...
Anyone would think I was asking for a light for a crack pipe -
And finally, 20 minutes later (albeit not constantly asking) I found one man at the same bus stop smoking - and I got my light

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wmafhp

(today's random letters before they let me post)

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O, & click this to see random household objects being microwaved.