#day7 lockdown southafrica pigeon

[elrine]

I think the pigeon outside is mocking me.

We have this tiny indentation in the grass, right in the middle-ish of the garden. It looks like someone attempted to dig a hole and gave up after two scoops with their hands. For some reason, this tiny space has become a bird watering hole (without the water). There is this one bird, let’s say a pigeon because I’m not great at identifying bird species, who loves chilling there every time I look out the window. We have these staring competitions. I normally win. Lately, it’s been looking at me funny. Probably the last few days. I suspect this pigeon has started to realise that I am now always at home, and therefore caged in. Cleaver bird I think. I can see in its tiny creepy little eye’s that it finds some sort of delight in knowing that it can go wherever it wants to and fly free and that I can’t. Those who know me know that birds don’t like me. They always try to attack me with their beaks and wings and freak me out as much as they can. This one, however, is attacking me with its mind. It’s mocking me. I am the one in a cage now, Mr Birdy is free and most of all carefree, now that humans are not in the way. What Mr Birdy doesn’t know though, it that I am great at blocking mind games, and that for once in my life, this bird, can not threaten or mock me like the others. My body might be caged in, but my mind is free. Yes, Mr Birdy, my mind is still free!