Pacified by the Piano, and the Pigeons

Please listen to the Clair de Lune link as you graciously read.

All I wanted was to Clair de Lune in Reid Chapel.
As a followup from Tonality Advocacy, ...


I cautiously approached the dark, still, and quiet space. I imagined pigeons fluttering from the wooden rafters as I pried open the heavy creaking door. The cracking of the old rust and wood emancipated terse echoes, dispersing my imaginary pink-footed pigeons. I jumped about wildly swatting the falling feathers and dodging their cooing excitement. And then, just as if I had never entered, all was still. I could feel their beady eyes gleaming into mine that were squinting, anxiously anticipating their next burst of frenzy. I was, at that moment, a pigeon-bystander. Moment by moment, pigeons would join in conversation again, and the eerie thought of my commanding presence being the possible topic of conversation by the feathered council immediately drew me out of my preposterous imagination.

The piano was the same; the tune quality was not. It had been fixed, and now each of the notes played splendidly, none withholding their simple melody.

I heard the pitter-pattering of mice feet, giggles, and loud breathing of fifteen or more fellow students, identities indistinguishable, but then again, so was mine. I continued to play, but the additional body masses prohibited the notes from reaching their full potential of such grandeur in an empty wooden-floored place.

That, and they probably thought that I was going to bust them for climbing the tower.
So I sent them on their way to the last few stanzas, to my final remarks right before I turned off my small key-chain flashlight that hung over the brim of the sheet stand.

"As you wish" I yelled. The echoes carried the rest of my repeated sentiment.

The pigeons dispersed again. I closed the door. I left. And as I gazed into the starry heavens, my pink-footed messenger flew past into the dark unknown.

Pigeon: the new bird of prey.

Pigeon Attack!

Honey, the pigeon went in my mouth!

pyro-pigeon

bliss

Old-school tuppence

modern day pigeon wearer

Pull!

pigeon bed!

So hungry

pigeon porn

awkward, "mom, just take the photo already"

the cool kid, probably has a typical photo at the Rock of Gibraltar too 

PETA advocates, "protect your pigeons"

Sadly, there were no pigeons - just the thought of the clumsy winged creatures. And although it was such a weird thought, it was an iconic moment, one I will imagine again. Because, let's face it, who doesn't want pigeons to flutter from the rafters of an old church as they enter? How could you not want the pigeons of the archaic Medieval European churches to be there? As the "sole preserve of primates and humans," one ought to hope for the pigeons.

http://www.deterapigeon.com/21-amazing-facts-about-pigeons.htm