This winter we've had a strange
"almost-companion" as we sleep.
One solitary pigeon sleeps on top of the split air-conditioner's connecting pipe.
Sleeping there is bad enough, since it also tends to excrete just below its perch.
More than that, though, is the problem I face when our feathered neighbour suffers from insomnia.
Why wouldn't it, considering the ridiculous size of its sleeping perch?
The insomniac pigeon makes the weirdest of sounds, like horses galloping on gravel.
The occasional change in position I can understand, but when my actual bed-mate snores, and the
insomniac pigeon scratches and scrapes on its perch, it renders me insomniac too. Perhaps it sleeps
too early: roosting about half an hour before sundown means a very long night.
And why are you all alone, Pigeon?
The rest of the enormous pigeon population that occupies our apartment
complex seems to believe in couple-dom and family life, billing and cooing in the building shafts
and the ledges of bathroom windows.
Are you lonely, Pigeon?
Did someone break your heart?
I can only let you sleep on the a/c pipe, undisturbed...