Our lovely “white dove” was actually a white pigeon. I just didn’t know it. This is so bizarre, but since the bird had a tag we thought to look up where she came from (and er, decided to let her fly once we established she was not hurt or injured). We learned that pigeons like to stop and rest for a few days during their journeys so they can eat, rest, and drink, and our little lady was just a little lost in the warehouse. Little Betsy (the little lovely bird that kept me company all day) just flew from…
I kid you not. This has major relevance for a few reasons.
1. My fiance is from Philly and I am leaving my family in R.I. to move there next summer.
2. White pigeons mean good luck
3. there are so many reasons…
I know this might sound cooky to some of you but I almost feel like this little lady was a sign that moving to Philly is a fab idea. Does that sound weird?
Anyway, I am happy we learned Little Betsy’s story, and were able to let her go on her way.