September 22, 2002

Do the other pigeons miss Pabla? Do they notice she's gone? This I wonder. I stopped to look at one of the pigeons sitting on a ledge today near where I found Pabla, that early Monday morning in June. She was just sitting in the street by the curb with her legs folded under her. She looked so calm, just sitting there. I tried to send a mental message to the pigeon today, asking if she knew Pabla... telling her that she really wanted to come back, that she tried really hard, but that was she was too sick. The pigeon just watched me out of the corner of its eye.

I started this page to keep a diary about a pigeon that was living for at least six months down in the subway station. One day it wasn't there. I will wonder for the rest of my life... did she find a way out? Did the mysterious person (other than me) who left her food (a ton, I might add, way too much - attracts too much attention. In NYC they shock the pigeons at the outdoor subway stations to keep them away. I would *Not* draw anyone's attention to this one.) one day capture her and get her outside? Did she die?

I don't know. I may intersperse those stories... but today, for the first mention, I thought I'd speak of Pabla.

more to come...