Animal news: what’s the deal with Joe?

Posted on January 15, 2021 by Naomi

I’d been picking up bits of info about a pigeon named Joe who, after a monumental voyage from maybe Oregon to definitely Australia, is now on death row.

Huh? I was saying to myself. Well, now the “huh?” question has been answered, thanks to my worldwide researcher, Ellen Kaye, who sent me the facts about Joe, as reported in the Washington Post:

An Alabama racing pigeon that survived a lengthy and mysterious trip across the Pacific Ocean — landing last month in an Australian backyard — is now facing the death penalty.

Local authorities, worried about disease, say they plan to kill the bird as soon as they can catch it.

Well, that’s mean, isn’t it? If they haven’t gotten their hands on Joe — and, given Joe’s acuity, maybe they never will — how do they know he’s diseased?

The exhausted pigeon, sporting a blue band on its ankle, “rocked up” to the home of aptly named Melbourne resident Kevin Celli-Bird last month, the man said.

“It was pretty emaciated so I crushed up some biscuits,” he told Australia’s 9News. 

The bird, a racing pigeon registered to an owner in Montgomery, Ala., is believed to have escaped a competition in Oregon in October, possibly hitching a ride aboard a cargo ship before reaching Australia.

I once was in love or whatever with a guy who had racing pigeons. That’s about all I know about them.

But now the pigeon, which Celli-Bird has named Joe (after President-elect Joe Biden) hangs out in his backyard, bathing in the fountain and has even befriended a local dove.

Aww.

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Paths Crossed: my personal shopping intersects with an earth-shattering event

Posted on January 15, 2021 by Naomi

Zabar’s — where I’ll be going tomorrow — offers sustenance to impeachment.

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I am now associated with a cult

Posted on January 12, 2021 by Naomi

Not the cult currently dominating our awareness, no.

Another one. And here’s how I was hooked:

A half hour ago, I was standing in front of Citarella’s second floor cheese cases in search of (1) a hard grating cheese for pasta and (2) a soft cheese to be spread on bread for lunch.

When I look at cheeses, I dally. The cheese lady behind the cases gently offered assistance, if I required it. I thanked her but dallied further until I noticed a cheese named Délice de Bourgogne. Insofar as cheese can look soft or hard, it seemed soft, so I asked her about it.

“Ah,” she said. “It’s so wonderful it’s…” she lowered her voice…”become a cult.”

This excited me. I said, “I’ve never belonged to a cult but lately I’ve wondered why people get involved and what it feels like.” She said that the Trump cult would have to be de-programmed en masse, but offered no remedy for this cheese cult.

As she handed me my squooshy small piece of cult, she invited me to return to tell her what I thought. I promised I would.

When I got home, I spread some on a bland cracker; ate it; am inculcated.

P.S. The hard grating cheese I bought is Fiore di Sardegna.

 

 

 

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