L'viv - Part Eight - Look Out Below!

Some time during this past year a new word-animal connection has appeared in my brain. There is an electrical short between the image of a pigeon and the English word 'penguin' up there in the gray matter. So, I casually mentioned to someone one day something about all the penguins that were roosting on the rooftops or pecking for dirt and seeds around us. I got a great laugh from whoever it was, which is nice because I didn't realize I'd said penguin until I was told I'd said it, and then I found it very funny, too.

However, the connection is still stuck in my mind. I need an electrician to do some repair work in the synapses or whatever they are called, and get the mental picture of pigeon connected back to the English word 'pigeon.' Unfortunately, even as I type this, the first word that comes to mind EVERY time is penguin. Sigh.

With birds on the brain, which I guess is better than being bird brained, here are some pictures of pengui....pigeons here in L'viv. I happen to like these little gray birds that don't swim in cold water and eat fish!

Just outside the entrance door to the building we are staying in. Seriously, better not stand too close to the building here!!





The exact second I saw these pen-pigeons lined up on the roof of this church today, this song came to mind.
New Way to Fly:
Like birds on a high line
They line up at night time at the bar
They all once were lovebirds
Now bluebirds are all that they are
They landed in hell
The minute they fell from love's sky
And now they hope in the wine
That they'll find a new way to fly

A new way to fly
Far away from goodbye
Above the clouds and the rain
The memories and the pain
And the tears that they cry
Now the lessons been learned
They've all crashed and burned
But they can leave it behind
If they could just find
A new way to fly

By the end of the night
They'll be high as a kite once again
And they don't seem to mind all the time
Or the money they spend
It's a high price to pay
to just find a way to get by
But it's worth every dime
If they find a new way to fly

A new way to fly
Far away from goodbye
Above the clouds and the rain
The memories and the pain
And the tears that they cry
Now the lessons been learned
They've all crashed and burned
But they can leave it behind
If they could just find
A new way to fly

They'll leave it behind
As soon as they find
A new way to fly