Wednesday, July 5, 2006

A horrible story:

(This happened to friends of friends in Rome.)

A dove* flew into an apartment, and kept very quiet, perhaps hiding in a corner, or under a bed. Then the owners left for vacation. When they came back the stench, of course, was unbearable, but even more striking was the amount of damage the bird had done in its death agony, weakened though it must have been by hunger. Any number of glass and ceramic objects were in pieces, and even the glass on picture frames had been shattered. Perhaps the bird thought they were windows.

*"colomba." You can think of it as a pigeon if that makes it any less awful.

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