Who can imagine a city without pigeons?
Every plaza and park in Guadalajara has a flock—or two or three—of the birds that some people refer to contemptuously as “rats with wings.”
They strut around the plazas and parks as though they own them. Fearlessly they beg for handouts from weary people resting on benches.
They rise quickly into the air when boisterous children startle them with sticks and shouting, and just as quickly they settle down when the menace has passed.
Some people poison them. Some people feed them. And some people eye them warily, wondering what mischief they’ll get into next.
Who can imagine a city without them?
fragrant white flowers—
a slice of summer sunlight
sharpening their scent
Text and photo © 2016 by Mark M. Redfearn, all rights reserved