This past weekend I went to Home Depot. As I walked in I felt a fluttering above my head. I looked up and saw two pigeons had just flown in above me.
There are many pigeons in Portland, as everywhere I guess. I have come to appreciate the pigeons a little more lately. I meditate in this small little room/walk in closet in the attic in the front peak of the house. Directly across the street there is another peak, often I look out of my small window to see a pigeon hanging out on top of the peak, or working on a nest in its overhang. Then the other day I found a pigeon feather below his spot. Sweet little pigeon feather. I hope to learn more about the way of the pigeon soon.