I live in Newton, MA. It is a very nice town. It is safe and rather affluent. I live in the corner of it, by the Charles river. It is not a clean river, and last summer I swam in it with my friend Tom and we got a rash. It was still fun though.

In any case, an industrious pigeon has made her way onto my porch. I use my porch as a drinking perch quite often. It is where I get most of my most critical thinking done while looking at the stars, the clouds or the Chevy vans for sale across the street. I was somewhat startled the other day when I opened the door with beer in hand to hear a "flutter", as if some sort of pigeon had been equally startled and flown away. Sure enough I investigated and there was a nest behind the porch lazy-boy. I anticipate that the comfy chair was the only thing that had protected the pigeon from the Winter wind, enough for egg birthing. I did not touch the eggs or the nest, in order to avoid contracting pigeon flu, but was unable to avoid taking some pictures. The first is to set the scene as a view out from the porch.

As you can see, the mother pigeon is not put off by Coors Light long-necks, or Robin's pack of Marlboro Reds. If I was giving birth in March and had to live on this porch, I would probably understand too.

I hope that this mother pigeon has all the success in the world. I promise to do my best not to bother her, or run out of chicken eggs in my refridgerator.

Here's to adding my 2nd blog entry, and birds on my porch.