Tuesday 23 October 2007
Knock Knock
Who's there? Pigeon. Pigeon Who? Pigeon ewwwww. Yuck. That's who lives there. Thousands, per chance hundreds of thousands of pigeons. Puffy ones, scraggly ones, pecking-fluttering ones. All crammed together in weathered wood huts built as big as mid-size mansions. Who does this sort of thing I ask??? I don't even know if I want to go there. An old man. A really old man. So in love with his apparent champion creatures. So pleased that I took an interest. So proud that he gave me a tour as though we were walking through the White House. I am officially creeped right out. Any budding Alfred Hitchcocks or Stephen Kings out there? If you need a location for a horror movie, this is the place. Please don't make me go back there. Let the Halloween games begin. Poor Naomi.
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3 comments:
Definitely creepy! I admire your bravery :)
Seriously. I can think of a few other ways this story could have ended. Glad you came out alive (and with photos).
I can not believe it ..Is is scarry
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