dock of ages

Sunday we had an uninvited overnight houseguest, a banded pigeon whom Linda watched land on our porch ledge, walk under the rail, mark the rug and floor as his own, explore, try to get inside, and finally find a quiet corner, settle down and fluff up for a long winter’s nap. Larger and feathers more "ruffled" than our usual pigeons here, he wasn’t leery of people, stared beady-eyed when we went out to visit with him. This morning he was still there, waking when I turned on the porch light and greeted him, but soon flew up onto the table, walked around, then to the porch rail. When I went out to chat with him again, he stared at me as he watched the gulls and pelicans fly by. 

About 6:30 he flew away. We hope he doesn’t find his way back here.

Today is a down day calendar-wise, up too early as always, walk and visit with Robert, caught him trying to get past the old gate and out onto the dock of ages, swept by Time. 

Home for breakfast alone, nap, long nap, contemplate writing a blogpost, naanh, peruse the lectionary readings for next Sunday, back to sleep, this is my kind of Monday. 

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