Kelvingrove Park and me

I find it hard to breath in Glasgow, 4 days into my stay. I find it hard to take in enough air.

I am reminded of being on last summers' Body Habitat Walk, waking up in a Salem motel. I lay in bed only a moment before jumping out of bed and pressing my face against the window screen that we'd left open all night. I sniffed and sniffed, chomping at the bit to get the outside back inside me. Lisa came and joined me, and we had a sniffing fest.  Reminded me of my dogs, leaning into the screen door, sniffing and drooling, looking me in the eyes trying to hypnotize me into taking them out for walk. Right now, right now.

I walk west to a park I've learned about. Kelvingrove Park.  The walk there is a long one; along sidewalkds with buildings pushed right up to edges. Some places I am only an arm's length from building to curb. Then a street sign and an arrow-----> this way to Kelvingrove Park.

A man jogged by me at the gates, then another jogger, then a woman jogger, then someone on a bike, a small group of young guys playing...hmmm, think it was soccer (football here).  My chest heaved once and opened-up.  It took awhile until I could see the trees, feel the air dampen & cooling down, hear the children and dogs and birds. A funny sensation to be sensually struck blind/numb for a bit in this new-to-this-body landscape. Same way I felt when I first walked Sauchiehall (sock-ee-hall or hull) Street in city center. So I knew to just keep walking and my senses would come back.

And they did.  Here is a glimpse of what I saw:

 

Castle type towers in background are University of Scotland, or Glasgow University (?) Sorry, overloaded brain.

And here's what I want to know from you. Do pigeons in our city hang out in trees? I cannot remember ever seeing a pigeon in Portland on a tree branch. On the ground, on building ledges, fire escapes, but tree limbs?  Many pigeons in trees at the park. Spooky for me at first. Like the pigeons were more evolved in Glasgow or something. Weird what the brain supposes to explain the mish/mashing of emotions in jet-lag. 

If pigeons in trees in Glasgow, then they are leesss-adapted to living in the city landscape than Portland pigeons (ie. still wild).  How'bout that for a giggle, hey?

Lily