September 22, 2002
Do the other pigeons miss Pabla? Do they notice she's gone? This I wonder. I stopped to look at one of the pigeons sitting on a ledge today near where I found Pabla, that early Monday morning in June. She was just sitting in the street by the curb with her legs folded under her. She looked so calm, just sitting there. She really wanted to come back, she tried really hard, but she was too sick. This pigeon just watched me out of the corner of its eye.
I started this page to keep a diary about a pigeon that was living for at least six months down in the F train subway station at 7th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn. One day he or she wasn't there. I will wonder for the rest of my life... did she find a way out? Did the mysterious person (other than me) who left her food towards the end(a ton, I might add, way too much - attracts too much attention. In NYC they shock the pigeons at the outdoor subway stations to keep them away. I would *not* draw anyone's attention to this one.) one day capture her and get her outside? Did she die?
I don't know. I may intersperse those stories... but today, for the first mention, I thought I'd speak of Pabla.
test for the pigeon