Pigeon poo is seen by many as a problem. (I had a lovely pigeon, Moby, who shared my bedroom for a good few months. His poo was a problem for me but not as big a problem as the fact that he wanted to make love to most small objects – socks, etc. – that he could find) But some hundreds of years ago pigeon poo was seen as the best fertiliser going. So much so that armed guards would stand outside dovecotes to protect it from dung thieves. It was used in gunpowder as well, apparently.
Find value in the things that you do. And if you find yourself no longer liking the things that you put out, then try adjusting the things you put in and see if it makes a difference. Don’t worry too much about what other people think about it. There will always be those who turn up their noses and those who treasure whatever it is you are outputting.
Enjoy your breakfast!
Christine
True story: This week’s guest author and photographer is Christine Gill. She rescued Moby from certain death when he fell out of his nest onto the balcony of a cat-owning friend. Moby grew up to be a healthy sex-crazed man pigeon who liked to attack my head. He eventually moved to a pigeon sanctuary and fell in love with a lady pigeon. (The pigeon on my head at the bottom is this week’s emails is Moby.) —Jeff
Christine says this about Jeff’s song choice: They call them Ting-Tings! That’s not their name.
The Memory of TREE playlist – every song from every email: