Tuesday, January 10, 2012
A happy pigeon .
At last. A sunny day . It takes us an hour but Wilf manages to walk half a mile along the old roman road . Every fifty yards or so he sits down and PONders . Eagles circling overhead, hares watching nervously from the long grass along the river bank, a family of deer silhouetted against the blue sky .Sometimes he sits on the grass verge sniffing the air and resting his arthritic limbs. Sometimes he settles himself down, foursquare, in the middle of the road for a quick nap , mind in neutral. Sometimes he just rolls on his back , squirming and squirming and squirming in delight. Old PON's have learnt to enjoy times like these. They accept that some days you're the pigeon, and other days you're the statue. Today he's a happy pigeon.