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Square Pigeons
(January 5-11, 2003) |
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To learn about pigeons, I had to go into the field. I rarely see pigeons near my house, although they're always around just a couple blocks away, in Inman and Central Squares. I wanted to know why. Do pigeons really prefer loud intersections, pavement, and tall buildings? Why don't they hang out in the park next to my apartment, which has grass and trees? "The field" for this study was Alfred E. Vellucci Urban Plaza, which might well be the least appealing open space in Cambridge. Really nothing more than a paved wedge studded with benches, flanked on two of three sides by ceaseless traffic on Hampshire and Cambridge Streets, it has no appeal as a resting spot. I'd never thought about stopping there. No one does, except the homeless men who also hang out in front of the Quick Food Mart. |
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Sunday,
January 5, 2003 (11:30-noon) Unlike sparrows, pigeons are not even close to identical: some of the Inman Square flock have dark wings and speckled bodies, while others have gray wings with dark tips. There are three dark ones with white primaries and two real oddities: one black-and-white mottled, and one all white, except for a black tail and a spot on its head. They waddle when they walk. The ground was covered with pigeon tracks! The whole flock flew suddenly(why?) over Hampshire St. to the roof of the Quick Food Mart. After a while they came back, roosting first in the trees, then returning to the ground. |
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were three men in the park with me; I arranged myself with my back to them,
and tried to take my notes and photographs discreetly. One of them was talking
really loud, though, refusing to be ignored. He seemed to be directing his
comments at everyone and no one: me, the man sitting next to him, and the
pigeons. "Want some bread? I've got bread for you." "They eat Chinese food?" said the guy next to him. "Sure, they eat everything." The other guy said, "At that place they think they can give us anything. Week-old soup." The one who was feeding the pigeons made a 'phaugh' noise, and said, "Come on guys, theres enough for everybody." The pigeons rushed off again, inexplicably. I missed the picture. The man said, "Come back, Ive got more for you. Theres enough for everyone." Then, this, clearly directed at me. "You missed it, I thought you had it, but you missed it." I turned around and decided to introduce myself. We shook hands. His name was Jimmy. The other guy was Dave.
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text and photos ©Jennifer
Audley 2003
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