Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native born Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the piney woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. I always have a job to do.

Friday, September 16, 2011

The pigeons of the Grove Street Cemetery.

When I first entered the cemetery I noticed a yellow peace sign on the sidewalk. It turns our that it was made of birdseed. I noticed the birds on top of the gate.


Then they gathered on the birdseed.


And really gathered.


It was a sight when they were scared off.


The man at the cemetery said they had been feeding the birds for 35 years.





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