Life is short and sad. A wounded pigeon hanged around and searched food in my garden yesterday. She seemed lost her way home. With a ring on her legs, you can tell that she belonged to someone. I saw her taking a snap under my papaya tree in the drizzle morning. After a while, she became another predator’s meal, Accipiter gularis which is bigger and more dangerous than her. Only the bloody dirt and a band of chaotic left.
