Thanks Max, I'm working on more.
-Peter C.
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From: cooee <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Fri, 6 May 2005 10:39:36 +1000
Subject: Re: Snap inspired by Hearsay Snap
on 4/5/05 11:35 AM, Peter Ciccariello at [log in to unmask] wrote:
>
> My father raised racing pigeons
> Sleek and aerodynamic
> Mostly American Trentons I suspect
> Although I can't be sure
> I do know they were not Capuchines, fantails
> Or the oddly off-balanced Dragoon
> They were certainly not orange yet I saw him once feed them
> Rogue eggs, perhaps blue jay or trash starling
>
> One came home from a 500 mile race
> With a limp pinioned wing
> I watched him sew the phalange back to the carpometacarpus
> With a needle and a piece of orange thread
> Then wrap the wings to the body
> With a piece of white cotton cloth
>
> "Will it work again?"
> -"No doubt"
>
> I was standing in the coop
> Above the garage
> Looking through the wooden dowels
> Of the one-way latch
> on the entry ramp.
>
> "at least he didn't get the
> behind-the-garage treatment
>
> several weeks later
> the pigeon was flying again
> this time on a short jaunt
> from Bear Mountain to Port Washington
> when my father opened the trap door
> white clouds began to swirl about us
> and let them fly
> I watched the injured bird hesitate for a moment
> then soar into the brilliant sky
> It looped down and around several times
> then followed the brood
> As they reconnaissanced
> And settled into a tailwind
> They arced over the treetops
> And became smaller and smaller
> Until they were no longer there
There's a lovely poetic short story there calling out for more details and
incident. I should like to get a sense of those places, of how much
father&son stuff was involved over time, and what it was like to be back
home as the birds returned...
best wishes from Max in Melbourne
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