"WHAM!!!"
I've got to write about Monday morning. I thought something exploded outside the window next to my pillow at the hotel and turned my head. A white pigeon fell onto the veranda and hurriedly scooted out of my sight. I didn't have time to think.
Janice, also an animal-lover, came to the side of the room, carefully pulled back the side curtain. She didn't want to scare the bird away. It had moved into the far corner and stood as narrow and still as it possibly could, comically hoping we couldn't see it.
After a few minutes, I ventured to open the glass door and spoke with my feathered friend. It must be used to humans, I noticed; there was a green band on its left leg. In the beginning, the bird had defensively tucked in its head whenever I looked at it, but after a while it stretched out its neck, seeming to say simply, "Nice day for a rooftop walk--good meeting you." And he was gone.
My sisters and I watched it glide--flap--sail--across the water and over to the other side of the bay until we couldn't see him any more. Just seconds ago, he was strutting across the veranda so close, Janice warned me to close the room door so he wouldn't come inside! I guess God sent that white pigeon to make sure I wouldn't forget this year's hotel stay. Thank you Lord, for this little treat.
