I live in a relatively new community, where another phase is undergoing construction farther up the hill. All day, I hear intermittent beeps as trucks back up. But it wasn’t until this morning that I realized what else I was hearing.
Every time a dump truck makes the back-up beeps, there is a pigeon roosting outside my office window who answers it.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Coo coo coo coo
I wonder about this forlorn pigeon, cooing to a far away bird that he will never meet.
