The 3 Other Tenants

There seems to be a sudden interest in my couch at home, so i shall say something about it. :p

Currently I stay in a supposedly "majorly nice" apartment, so said those new found friends of mine after I invited them over for dinner. There is a big black couch in the centre of the living room, facing the most amazing view of Docklands seen through a giant sliding windows. Docklands is a bay side which is partially reclaimed land, and from where i stay, i can see yatchs parked at the bay , railways and flyovers on which cars n trucks move to and fro, so small that they look like those lego ones.

Every morning, when my brain has not warmed up from its frozen state, i would slump on the couch, with a cup of hot coffee in my palms. And stone. Stone. Stone. Just staring out of my balcony for seemingly forever. Regina and I have another permanent tenant sharing our apartment, or should i say 3 tenants? Daddy Pigeon ane Mummy Pigeon have built a nest behind the heater fan at the balcony where Baby Pigeon is in. However Daddy n Mummy Pigeons seem to have very minimal hygiene knowledge and have a shitting party around the nest , so u can say that poor Baby Pigeon is literally surrounded by mounts of shit and amazingly , not yet suffocated from toxic fumes. Every morning at around 11am, Daddy Pigeon will fly to our balcony and take over the shift of Mummy Pigeon, it would first feed Baby Pigeon with some goo regurgitated from its mouth then plomps its big fat ass on poor Baby Pigeon to supposedly 'keep it warm', then again, Regina n I wonder if Baby Pigeon could breathe below there. So as I stone on the couch, sometimes Daddy Pigeon will perch on the railing on my balcony and stare back at me, and this would carry on until one of us gives up first on this boring staring game.

Days passed, Baby Pigeon looks large enough to fly already but it still won't budge from its nest. I carefully plucked it up and ushered it to walk while Regina had the camera ready to take the picture of Baby's first steps. To our dismay, we realised Baby is actually handicapped. One of its feet, instead of being in front, juts out sideways in an ungainly manner. It can only hop on one foot and drags this deformed one along. Poor Baby...Seeing that it may never be able to walk or even fly, i put it back to its nest. Baby, like its parents, enjoys shitting all over the place and secreted a dollop of greenish goo as soon as i lifted it up. Like father like son.

So that is the story of my couch. My favourite place in the apartment as it tolerates the decadence of my stoning habit. From which I can see the world beyond me goes past, and observe the all-in-a-day routines of my favorite Pigeon family.