Pigeons at my window 2
One morning the two white eggs had turned into two chicks. One light gray, one dark gray, one a little bigger than the other.They raised their head and looked at me. They were alive and alert, and helpless. Certainly at the total mercy of life.I remembered my first meeting with their parents. And all the times I had taken a look at their nest, making sure at the same time that no one had got entangled in the net. I had noticed that the two pigeons were agitated when I arrived and therefore I had got into the habit of giving them a signal, emitting my animal sound, so that they could get away without panicking and getting stuck. And I started giving them a handful of dal every day, to sanction our “friendship”. For a few days after the accident I hadn’t even opened the window, so as not