my body or soul has been extracted from me.But the next day at my astonishment I saw them returning to their 'birth-place', the basket , they spent the whole day in the border of the basket , looking around and sometimes inside the kitchen as if they were just came back there to
say me goodbye. I thought that maybe they will consider this basket as
a rest-room and they will come time to time but I was wrong because they left the basket forever the next day . This same day I recognised the mother pigeon who came at the border of the kitchen window observing inside as if she was not sure if it was the same place or not because
she found the basket empty, she went into it , smelt and on the border of the basket she looked downside and upward , all around but didn't find her 'children', so she flew at her turn.
Now the basket on the outside border of my kitchen window is still there, but I guess that because of the sunlight which surrounds the whole border and the basket , it would not be used by any pigeon because of the heat
and because of the sun. Now in the late spring and early summer they need a cool place for laying and for raising babies.The basket is empty now
and I hope that the whole family pigeon is allright, also I hope that someday another ones would come at my window and would lay eggs and raising
'babies', but I will always wait to see once again the familar pigeons I
helped to come in this world .Goodbye my blessed ones.
6/5/2010
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