On a morning dog walk this week I was reminded of the freedom our feathered friends enjoy.
Near the Parroquia, a vendor throws corn out each morning feeding the pigeons roosting on ledges and roofs of nearby buildings. It is a routine they know and expect, and the feeder seems to find joy in his contribution in making the birds life a bit easier.
I snapped some pictures of these multi-colored flyers with a shot of one of the nearby bird resting place, and a lone feather I found after they all had flown away.
The ability to fly free brought a smile to my face. Perhaps I’m longing for those days before self-isolation.
that little voice 
I’m vicariously enjoying your walks, so please keep sending pix. My view from the living room is lovely but rather static.
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We explore different streets that I think are safe for walking, meaning the streets or sidewalks are smooth. I’m still a bit nervous about stumbling and falling.
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I’ve wondered since childhood what it must be to soar on ones own wings. Never more than now …. I loved this post. 🐦
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Imposed restriction does make us dream of flight!
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