Grief, ED recovery, Mental Health and all the lovely things that give my Sisyphean rock meaning
Six years ago, I never imagined two wild wood pigeons would become my best friends. Meet Squigeon and Goose, two wonderfully different birds who completely changed how I see pigeons. From food preferences to funny personalities, they've taught me that wildlife is far more individual than we often realise.
After a couple of stressful weeks, I decided to stop and remember the good things instead. Somehow that list ended up including finally getting my medication, a surprise Starbucks bear, seeing the trees again, becoming weirdly obsessed with washing powder, breathtaking sunrises, and, of course... even more pigeons.
I thought I was writing about scaffolding. It turns out I was writing about friendship. This is the story of Squigeon, Goose, a year without pigeons, and why the day they came back brought more than just the sunlight back into my life.
Absurd Universe 