Pigeons’ Woe And Happiness
And there were the pigeons of the boys that should be given away or sold as they had too many of them.
Bruintje - I call him so because he was brown -, maybe was ten times sold but always returned home. And every time he came back happily, I felt a conscience prick, a pain in my heart.
At last I forbade the boys to give them away, yet he and its mate were stolen. They had pulled out their strong wing feathers, but both returned with just half grown feather wings.
I turned to “family planning”. But they still may have one egg hatched once a year. What a happy event it was for the parent birds. It was as though they were young again with their baby chick while they were in old age already. Both were still passionately in love as the first time. Even when his wife was so old that she stumbled and couldn’t fly anymore, Bruintje was still running after her. We call it giring (passionately in love). Everyday was a wedding celebration, not only once as in a man’s life time.
1969
And there were the pigeons of the boys that should be given away or sold as they had too many of them.
Bruintje - I call him so because he was brown -, maybe was ten times sold but always returned home. And every time he came back happily, I felt a conscience prick, a pain in my heart.
At last I forbade the boys to give them away, yet he and its mate were stolen. They had pulled out their strong wing feathers, but both returned with just half grown feather wings.
I turned to “family planning”. But they still may have one egg hatched once a year. What a happy event it was for the parent birds. It was as though they were young again with their baby chick while they were in old age already. Both were still passionately in love as the first time. Even when his wife was so old that she stumbled and couldn’t fly anymore, Bruintje was still running after her. We call it giring (passionately in love). Everyday was a wedding celebration, not only once as in a man’s life time.
1969
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