as above, so below
It was about 11am on Saturday, I was upstairs doing things. Beautiful sunny day, windows open. Diana was downstairs in the living room by the window which was open and she was enjoying the warmth of the September sun.Then I hear a plonk, like a dull thud right on the roof. At first I wasn't sure it was coming from above and shouted at Diana downstairs to check she was alright. 'Yes' she says and I ask her what was that. 'I don't know but I saw something falling in the street'.
So I rush down and look outside the living room window. First thing I see are a bunch of feathers hanging in the air.
A dead pigeon. The poor thing fell on my roof, bounced and fell on the street.
A guy had just parked outside our door and was getting out of his car when he saw the bird drop on the street and was as puzzled as us.
There was no blood. It was just lying there, on the floor spread eagle face up. Dead.
Bizare.
posted by EF @ Monday, September 19, 2005
