Meet your friendly, neighborhood property developer: the pigeon. According to a taxi driver I met recently, the hardest working birds in New York reside in Brooklyn. They roam the street at midnight looking for food—kind of like me, roaming the streets at midnight looking for pizza.
The thing is though, bird flight is hard work, and their little hearts beat very fast which is exhausting and hungry work. My new Moroccan friend made it seem that the birds seemingly swinging nonchalantly in the streets were in reality not enjoying any of it. Another friend said that this was because they were about to be made into tagine, sensing or piecing together their impending murder. I’d say that conclusion is inconclusive. And by extension, is their twilight roam anything more than a fleeting collective hallucination? Perhaps it took an outsider such as said adventurous thinker to even suggest such a notion.
This colorful thought is still in bloom in my mind, but—horror of horrors—now it is the pigeons (not me) who are sporting lilac wigs and kinky boots. The moral panic welling in my mind made me want to get in touch with the local borough of Brooklyn. But of course, there isn’t one. Sex and violence in the movies would stand more of a chance. I guess I’ve got to keep reminding myself I live in a free-spirited experimentalist culture. Social realism? That’s more like my hometown’s cinema.
When birds fly together in a V-shape, they reduce the amount of effort they have to make. When a bird flaps its wings as it flies, little bits of air come off the ends, trailing behind it like an invisible footprint in the sky. Any birds following behind can sit in this footprint and get a free lift, which means they do not have to work as hard. Shame eh, those were their days, pre-midnight street-walking and tagine-incarceration.
Imagine if these flights-of-fancy partnerships could actually add to ‘green infrastructure’? Imagine orchards scattered around the city, highways constructed by hedgehogs and little fishy’s splashing in a multitude of urban ponds. Wildlife-rich places are a buzz that just may just highlight some of the performances that have lit up the proverbial Bird’s Nest and sky.
And somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I know that this fight has only just begun.
source: Duke Riley | Fly By Night