Tales of Pigeon Rescue Woe

I’m so upset. I didn’t do well when I tried to feed my pigeon a second time last night, I doubt I got two in him. I think I only managed to traumatize the poor thing. I was feeling all confident about my first attempt, which didn’t go too badly, but he was all, “Okay, I know what you’re up to now. I’ll be ready for you this time,” and he evaded me better. I’m not even going to try this morning, although I did feed him water. I’m hoping when I take him to the Wild Bird Fund they’ll be able to teach me to do better.

I also haven’t been exercising Finney because I’ve been dealing with this bird, and I think I wasted the one laser treatment I got for him by not exercising him. UGH.

Plus, I didn’t write yesterday and I doubt I will be able to today, so yeah.

A picture I took of a storm coming in the other night. Stormy, me, my mood, get it? Haha. Sob.

Storm coming into Manhattan

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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