Short on sympathy, long on light
Almost 10pm on the Summer Solstice. Sitting outside in the rare warmth of an English summer, the light of the longest day starts to wane. Silence should abound, but for the wretched pigeons flapping manically in the ash trees above. For one day of the year, can't they desist and flap in other people's trees, in other people's villages?
But lo, what's that I hear in the neighbour's garden? Sounds like their cat has bagged a pigeon or a squirrel. I dislike them all, so it's difficult to feel sorry for any one of them on this lovely summer night.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
6 comments add one below
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Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Way to get your grump on Neville... :) At least today is wonderfully cooler than yesterday ;)
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks. Jeff. It could have been perfect, but for those blasted pigeons...if only they'd enjoyed it all like me rather than flapping their blasted wings. You're right, today is a lovely temperature :-)
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Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
I have a horrid suspicion that they might have been enjoying themselves ;)
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George Stephens almost 7 years ago
Pigeons I understand, but who doesn't like a squirrel?!? LOL.
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Great drabble, Neville. And they don't call pigeons flying rats for nothing. But I agree with George on the squirrels. I watch them play in my yard a lot and I've always enjoyed it. I even have one squirrel that I swear stands at the edge of my yard and looks both ways before crossing the street to the neighbor's yard on the other side. I wonder how many of his friends he's seen splattered on that road before he started doing that?
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks George, thanks Christopher. OK, so squirrels are cutesy.... and I can appreciate the bum deal our native red squirrels got when the transatlantic grey variety took over here. But these canny little grey brutes we get round here eat all my hazelnuts (filberts in US) before they even finish ripening. And I love hazelnuts...!
