Pigeons

I was just so consumed watching a male pigeon determined to win the affection of the female he was so relentlessly chasing that I forgot where I was until the person behind me honked his horn to advise me the traffic light I was sitting at was green. It was so green the four cars that were in front of me were no longer in my sight.

It reminded me of why I like sitting in the wilds of Africa so much. I get lost; so totally consumed by the wildlife I forget about all else. Sitting watching the pregnant hyena escaping the heat by laying in a small rare puddle of water while prey animals come and go none with the fortitude to drink while she was there; instead they walk away in thirst. Watching the kingfisher fly to and from the amazing sycamore fig tree and the stream until he finally made a catch so big it took him as long to swallow the fish as it did for him to catch it. Then he sat as long as I did digesting the massive meal.

But no one was behind me to honk there. No one brought be back to reality. I wonder if the pigeon won his prize this evening. Damn horns....