For the time being, I could write about a cat that prowls the alley opposite my apartment late at night, sniffing the scents of its fellow creatures. Or about a turtledove that has built a nest under a gutter a few inches from my kitchen window and that I sometimes hear cooing while I’m eating lunch. Or about a pair of wood pigeons that meet on the roof of the house across the street almost every evening around 7 pm to clean each other’s feathers and, according to my interpretation, to exchange an endless series of torrid kisses. I’m not sure how many people would be interested in reading these chronicles, but it could be the start of something, right?
