It's a record! Only 200 years in between entries! These past months have been quite quite nerve wracking for me. Large birds of prey have begun targeting pigeons such as myself. Although I seem to be immortal, I am not sure whether or not that means that I am also invincible, and I do not intend to test that. My Chinese owners (yes, I am in China now) have decided to try and protect us. I am not a huge fan of their solution; they have equipped all of us with bells and whistles in the hope that this will frighten the predators. I'm not sure how well this is going to work. All the female pigeons in my loft absolutely hate the clunky things hanging off of them. Something about ruining their style? I've been feeling more and more isolated from my loftmates. I'm too old-fashioned for them, I suppose. Is it really my fault? I've been alive since Ancient Persia. Oh well. I can't exactly blame them, either. They simply don't know what it's like, seeing so many fleeting lives slip away, being the only one staying there, like a rock firmly rooted in the soil of a quickly moving river, facing against the current. It's been hard for me. I can no longer feel the excitement I felt in the beginning, so, so long ago. Yet, I carry on.
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Flying Back Home
Ficción históricaHello there, dear reader. I would tell you my name, but it's changed so many times over the thousands of years of my life, that I wouldn't be able to recall it if I tried. All you need to know is that I am a passenger pigeon, or I was, at least, in...
