I'm sitting here, pretty aghast honestly. I'm sorry pigeons, and I'm sorry, Matt. This is such an allegory for the human-wildlife boundary that conservationists see on an almost daily level. The pigeons were lucky to have encountered you, Matt. 🧡
That's incredibly disheartening in the finale, but I'm going to focus on how you built trust with pidgeons and how little it took to make things better for them.
I remember Pitsea station. I lived in Langdon Hills in the late 1980's. Pitsea station was the one I dreaded because the rails split into two directions and I was always worried I had got on the wrong train that would take me off in the wrong direction (travelling from the East). Is the market still in Pitsea? I can picture where it was but don't remember the name of the place. I hope to be visiting the area next year or the year after. I'm sure things have changed since I was last there but hope to find some old haunts. Hard to believe they didn't clear out the pigeons before closing in the area, even if it was only for hygiene reasons. Too cruel.
Horrific. Where I live there are wildcare facilities that rescue and rehabilitate animals and rehome them in the wild. They are called in in such situations by business owners, homeowners, police, etc. Horrifying that either there are no such facilities in your location, or worse, that nobody in management cared to call them in. And how tragic that, for whatever reason, you were not able to communicate your horror to someone in authority at the time of witnessing the death netting. In the grand scheme, though, the maggots spoke more than words can say. And there will always be more days and nights and pigeons and dreams of pigeons, endless pigeons... I hope you can find peace...
As sad as this story is.....I like the element of poetic justice.....you are the vigilante (well, as best you could be).....and well.....let's not talk about the villains....And I do thank those birds for their lives, forced to lay them down for the sake of feeding maggots and producing a little poetic justice....though the innocent passengers in the station were not part of the decision making.... I think William Shakespeare would have reveled in this story.....I'm not versed enough in Shakespearean vocabulary to say what William would have called your story, maybe he wouldn't have changed the title one bit.....I'm having fun thinking about...
I'm sitting here, pretty aghast honestly. I'm sorry pigeons, and I'm sorry, Matt. This is such an allegory for the human-wildlife boundary that conservationists see on an almost daily level. The pigeons were lucky to have encountered you, Matt. 🧡
thanks.. its a lot, isnt it?
That's incredibly disheartening in the finale, but I'm going to focus on how you built trust with pidgeons and how little it took to make things better for them.
God, what sort of idiot wld put nets up during the nesting season without removing the birds first. That is horrific.
A well told story of a barbaric act.
Poor birds
Those poor pigeons!
I remember Pitsea station. I lived in Langdon Hills in the late 1980's. Pitsea station was the one I dreaded because the rails split into two directions and I was always worried I had got on the wrong train that would take me off in the wrong direction (travelling from the East). Is the market still in Pitsea? I can picture where it was but don't remember the name of the place. I hope to be visiting the area next year or the year after. I'm sure things have changed since I was last there but hope to find some old haunts. Hard to believe they didn't clear out the pigeons before closing in the area, even if it was only for hygiene reasons. Too cruel.
not sure about the market - but YES the track layout is confusing as hell!
Horrific. Where I live there are wildcare facilities that rescue and rehabilitate animals and rehome them in the wild. They are called in in such situations by business owners, homeowners, police, etc. Horrifying that either there are no such facilities in your location, or worse, that nobody in management cared to call them in. And how tragic that, for whatever reason, you were not able to communicate your horror to someone in authority at the time of witnessing the death netting. In the grand scheme, though, the maggots spoke more than words can say. And there will always be more days and nights and pigeons and dreams of pigeons, endless pigeons... I hope you can find peace...
As sad as this story is.....I like the element of poetic justice.....you are the vigilante (well, as best you could be).....and well.....let's not talk about the villains....And I do thank those birds for their lives, forced to lay them down for the sake of feeding maggots and producing a little poetic justice....though the innocent passengers in the station were not part of the decision making....
I think William Shakespeare would have reveled in this story.....I'm not versed enough in Shakespearean vocabulary to say what William would have called your story, maybe he wouldn't have changed the title one bit.....I'm having fun thinking about...
Trigger warning: animal cruelty.
Yes. Sorry.