The 12th day of the fourth month of the year of the Camellia

I spent about twenty years working in New York City and saw my share of pigeons.  The kind shown in todays photograph as well as those who stopped to play three card monty on the streets.

Never really thought much about the bird as they were everywhere.  On the streets where one tripped over them.  In the parks where old people (Now I am one) fed them.  On window sills of large buildings where they nested, cooed, and deficated.  I always said the only good thing about a pigeon was a Perigrin Falcon, which feeds upon them.

The last trip north was interrupted by a ride on the Cape May/Lewis Ferry accross the Delaware Bay.  From the top viewing section of the boat, one could see things from a different perspective.  I was about fifty feet above the water and almost eye level with the pigeons flying from the front to the back of the boat.  They never left the boat for long because that was were the food was.  It made a great platform for flight shots and it is remarkable the colors of the bird I missed when tripping over them in New York.  The irredescant colors of the neck and the bright red eyes are just extroadinary.