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[botias]

I fed a pigeon today! I fed lots of pigeons really, but I also found out quite by accident that if you hold still and do your best impression of a civic monument that happens to be holding a small mountain of cracked corn, some of them will perch on you. I know that feral pigeons are just flying rats, but I felt like a special snowflake anyway as the feathered rodents fought and shoved over my handout. Now I want a pet pigeon.

I turned my back for several hours so the house is a disaster. The mister made an elaborate lunch. I'll bet my Annie's Annuals catalog that it still hasn't been cleaned up, not that I've not been guilty of letting these things bide for a day or two when things get hectic. I went back for thirds so I just might do it myself as a gesture of appreciation. And even though the kids bussed and washed their own plates, etc. the table and floor beneath is almost certainly still covered with small scraps of paper. A few days ago the kids discovered this site: Canon Paper Craft and the obsession of the moment is making 3D models made out of paper. The models are really kind of cool, but I think the scraps *poof* out of existence in their little universe just as soon as they fall free from the scissors. We now have a paper cat, a paper kitten, a paper tiger, a paper hamster, and a star destroyer, ditto.

5yo has three days of computer restriction. When it was time to go to his great-grandma's for dinner, he hid under the bed and would not come out.

eta: The Mister is vindicated.

Comments

[louise39.livejournal.com]

Creativity! Usually messy, and usually satisfying.
Do you have pictures?

[botias.livejournal.com]

No, but if you look at the pictures on the site and just imagine them slightly lopsided, perhaps with seams showing here and there, it gives a good idea. :) I would like to take pictures though. Might be a good job for one of the boys.

[prophecygirrl.livejournal.com]

I turned my back for several hours so the house is a disaster.

I am right there with you! I don't know how this happened, but it happened right quick, and I do NOT want to spend what's left of my weekend cleaning it up.

I would pout and stomp my foot, but I've discovered that doesn't inspire the mess to clean itself up. Messes are very unreasonable that way.

That's one cool paper modeling site! I don't think the boy would be into it, but you never know. Worse comes to worst, I can borrow my niece for an excuse to make a viking ship.

[botias.livejournal.com]

It is cool! You never know.

[cleoius.livejournal.com]

Ah, when I lived in Brooklyn, there was a park right across the street from me. Seriously! Directly across was a public school, and to the left was the start of the park.

Anyway! Used to go feed the pigdgeons and squirrels all the time. Never had a pidgeon perch on me, but I did get the more friendlier squirrels to take nuts from my hand. I can remember this woman and her daugher watching me, cause this one squirrel would climb onto the railing I was sitting on, all "Where's my nuts?!"

There was this one park in Manhattan, in Union Square, and those squirrels would practically mug you for your nuts! I never was brave enough to let them crawl all over me, but I remember seeing other people, especially this teenager boy, who was standing and had squirrels hiking up his body to get on his shoulder. He'd then feed them a nut, and they climb down his body and go off to bury it.

You could tell which squirrels were friendly or capable of taking nuts from you, but how fat they were! But also, if a squirrel acted too nervous, i.e. was having difficulty coming close to you, it was better to just throw the nut to them then risk getting scratched. My mom used to feed them with me, but she was never brave (or stupid! XD) enough to let them take the nut from her hand.

Another squirrel related memory was...we used to have a bird feeder on our fireescape. Mainly sparrows, but sometimes a pidgeon would wander by. And a pair of brown doves.

Anyway, one day a squirrel started showing up, and we would leave nuts on the windowsill for him. I remember one Thanksgiving, he came into the apartment, to take nuts out of the bowl on our dinner table! (This was after the food was gone. I vaguely recall my mom upset about this, but my dad was drunk and wouldn't do anything about it except to lock up our cat Muppet who was going crazy that she wanted to attack the squiirel.)

The squirrel finally stopped coming when a neighbor knocked over the stick it was using to climb up off the fence and onto the fireescape!

Ah...memories. XD

[cleoius.livejournal.com]

I should mention upstate squirrels do not respond to the squirrel sounds we used to make in Brooklyn. There's this sound you make with the clicking of your tongue, and the squirrles come running from every direction. If you made that sound as a joke, the more fatter squirrels would sometimes follow you through the whole park, wanting their nuts! Heck, sometimes the fat ones, if you ran out of nuts, they didn't believe you, and walked after you oh, "Please miss. I want some more!"

There's been no squirrel feeding since we moved upstate. :( I almost never even see squirrels where I live. :O We have turkeys though! A lot of people on the ground feed those instead! The other morning I looked out the window, and there was TWENTY NINE turkeys slowly walking by. Soon they will have babies, and the flock will increase again. :)