Welcome to the new year
Well, this first Monday of the new year was a good day for us. I can not complain about the weather, either. Today was beautiful, and all is well at our house. We can only hope for more of the same.
Brownsburg schools will be back in session here in the morning. Many buses are parked close by my house and ready to roll.
The construction at the high school kept to schedule, and the work is nearly done. Today, members of the Brownsburg Fire Department spent the afternoon inspecting the spacious roof and the interior of the building.
The school has a new cafeteria, many new classrooms, a beautiful new auditorium and many more amenities inside. I can see from my patio window, heavy equipment, building supplies, and the long row of portable toilets have been removed.
The landscaping looks good, newly seeded grass is showing green and young saplings are in place waiting to spring from their dormant stage. We are loving the vision.
The feral pigeons that house and nest on the roof of one of the older buildings on the school’s property now number eleven. They move about and watch the workers until quitting time, check out their beds, make their rounds in the sky, and perch on the light posts until evening shadows fall.
In the springtime, the flock will increase. When this senior was growing up, I learned to appreciate the pigeon.
My dad raised many flocks of various breeds of domestic pigeons, fancy and common. I knew they could be messy then. Now I know the birds could have caused cause health problems due to exposure during my youth.
Watching them fly has always fit my fancy. My father raised tumblers and rollers. I watched our fantails and angels strut about proudly. Pigeon fanciers like my dad and frequent travelers would take selected homers to faraway destinations. We would sit on the back stoop when we thought the time was right for their return to the loft above the summer kitchen.
We watched the starlings move in and out from an opening in the well-weather building below the pigeon loft entrance dad provided with the hand saw the year they moved to the homestead, in 1939.
In those days, maintenance of the loft and pigeon shed was a part of our kid’s chores, as well as a part of our education. I learned how to shovel and build muscle on my pitching arm. I did enjoy watching for the tiny eggs hatch as well.
We sure were tired and feathered when that chore was aside for awhile.
Now, I am an old bird counting on pigeons to entertain me again. Gee whiz, and I am still here crowing about it to you!
Thanks for reading Brazil Buzz.
I can be reached by phone at 317-286-7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant Street, Brownsburg, IN., 46112.