As I made my way to class this morning, I took my usual route of the Via Cyprese, so named for a Cypress tree that stands at the landing of a rather long flight of steps. Because of the large quantity of pigeons that make this Via their home, one of the seminarians referred to it as "Pigeon Alley."
This morning I found myself behind a pigeon making its way up steps, not with its wings, but by hoping up one step at a time. It was both a baffling sight and a very humorous one.
As the pigeon turned the corner out of sight, I continued laughing and pondered how often pigeons hop up stairs, and why. If I had wings, I would certainly use them.
Before I knew it, the pigeon was flying back down the stairs at me in quite a hurry. Being a narrow Via, I wasn't sure how to avoid being hit by the pigeon, when at the last moment it flew over my head. Again, I found myself pondering what had happened, when suddenly a dog came bounding down the steps with a happy look on its face.
I wonder if such happenings will continue throughout the day.