
Some super talented friends of mine at Beetle & Flor are putting together a calendar project featuring artwork by myself and other bird-enthusiasts to support Berkshire Bird Paradise, home of WINSTON the one-legged pij! I was lucky enough to spend a week with Winston when he was just a feisty squeaker found (literally!) in the mean streets of Brooklyn. He's come a long way and has grown into quite a handsome fella! The dedicated people at Bird Paradise took little Winston in where he now lives the good life.
If you're able to, please back our project HERE on Kickstarter and reserve your calendar!!
edit: and if for some reason this image is HUGE, pls hit f5
If you're able to, please back our project HERE on Kickstarter and reserve your calendar!!
edit: and if for some reason this image is HUGE, pls hit f5
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1143 x 1280px
File Size 197.3 kB
I see one-legged pigeons pretty often in my neighborhood. It's hard to see many people taking one it -- there are bazillions of pigeons here, so the view is "what's one more or one less? Saving one leaves the other million injured birds." But I did have one friend who took in birds on an "as they come" basis. He knew he couldn't helpt them all, but he would help those he came across or that other peope brought to him. How long he kept this up, I don't know. But he was unusual in that he was a professional naturalist, who painted canvases of birds, illustrated birds in books, and travelled around the world to study them. Even so, I think he was too busy with his paintings and writing to keep stray birds for very long.
Of course, in my neighborhood we had a special animus about pigeons. An old lady, who owned a building across the street from my high rise apartment, fed thousands of pigeons. Who then tried to nest on the balaconies of my building. The birds shat on everything. Some tenants gave up trying to keep their balconies clean and it became enough of a health hazard that the management had to spend something like a half million dollars enclosing all the balconies with pigeon netting. I used to love being out on the balcony watching the wather, the sun set, the people and cars. Now it feels like I'm in a cage. The eye stubbornly tries t focus on the net rather than the distance. One green grocer couldn't put his wares out on the street because of the danger of pigeon shit. He had to hose down the sidewalk in front of his place every day because of the mess. All in all, you wouldn't find many pigeon fans on my block.
The old lady who fed them was mildly famous. I talked to her before she died, and discoverd -- no surprise -- that she didn't like people very much and wasn't moved by the difficulties she caused everyone.
So, my opinion about pigeons is that they're interesting to watch, but their proper place is in a pie.
Of course, in my neighborhood we had a special animus about pigeons. An old lady, who owned a building across the street from my high rise apartment, fed thousands of pigeons. Who then tried to nest on the balaconies of my building. The birds shat on everything. Some tenants gave up trying to keep their balconies clean and it became enough of a health hazard that the management had to spend something like a half million dollars enclosing all the balconies with pigeon netting. I used to love being out on the balcony watching the wather, the sun set, the people and cars. Now it feels like I'm in a cage. The eye stubbornly tries t focus on the net rather than the distance. One green grocer couldn't put his wares out on the street because of the danger of pigeon shit. He had to hose down the sidewalk in front of his place every day because of the mess. All in all, you wouldn't find many pigeon fans on my block.
The old lady who fed them was mildly famous. I talked to her before she died, and discoverd -- no surprise -- that she didn't like people very much and wasn't moved by the difficulties she caused everyone.
So, my opinion about pigeons is that they're interesting to watch, but their proper place is in a pie.
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