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January 14, 2007

Central Park

Here in front of Bethesda Fountain in Central Park, I have for my entertainment and viewing pleasure gorgeous scenery.  The fountain itself is beautiful, while the water flowing off the bronzed angels in the center creates a very calming sound.  It’s fall, early winter and the leaves on the surrounding trees are all shades of orange, red and yellow.  Children are laughing, running and playing and generally being way too cute to handle.  A goose just honked behind me to say hi.  And of course, let’s not forget the perfect breeze.  Not too warm, not too cool – just enough to lightly blow my hair and shuffle the pages of my journal.

And I’m watching the pigeons on the ground 5 feet in front of me.

The pigeons.  The street chickens of New York.  I’m watching a group of about 10 carry on what I assume is an average pigeony existence.  There must be something about this time of year that turns male pigeons on, because half this group of city-fowl have their necks all puffed out showing shiny purple and green and they’re all following a smaller lady pigeon with heads bobbing rapidly and jumping around like crazy.

The lady pigeons are cracking me up.  They couldn’t care less about this retarded mini-peacock parade.  And it’s not like a ‘playing hard to get’ care less, it’s a ‘screw you and give it up loverbird’ care less.  And tell you’re friends too.

The males?  They could care less as well about the girls’ reactions to their advances.  They came to party and that’s just what they’re gonna do.  I wish I had that kind of determination with women.  If ignored or rejected, they just turn around and start bobbing toward another one.  (Not unlike most guys in bars I guess)  I’ve always been one to take a hint pretty quick and then give up.  Of course, most of those guys that won’t give up in a bar share about the same brain processes as male pigeons: “Eat, sex, eat, run!!  Eat, sex, eat, poop, sex, eat, poop again, eat, sex, run!! Eat. . .”

However, perhaps there’s something to be learned here from the pigeons.  Don’t give up, keep going.  If you know what or who you want then let them know.  There’s not one possible question in the lady pigeon’s minds as to what the male pigeons’ intentions are.  In turn, the women are direct and obvious and don’t lie to protect the guys feelings.  I bet a guy pigeon has never had a lady pigeon look at them and say, “Let’s just be friends.”  And you know why?  Cause pigeons can’t talk.

So you go guy pigeons.  Don’t let ‘em get you down.  And thanks for the lesson in perseverance.