in france, these 2 lovely pigeons were always outside of my bedroom window. i would talk to them, and they would coo at me. when my late father was a boy, he had a pet pigeon named howard, and because i felt a peculiar connection to these pigeons, i called them both "howard." sometimes i would come home and the howards would actually be IN my bedroom. but they never EVER left droppings, just an occasional feather. one early dawn, i was dreaming about wilma. in my dream we were snuggling and she was lying on my stomach like she so often does. i could actually even feel the weight and heat of her body on my belly. i was in that half dream state, happy but confused, i could feel wilma lying on my stomach but was confused about how she got to france. and then i opened my eyes to discover that a HOWARD was sleeping on my STOMACH !
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This is a very special story and dream, thanks for sharing it, what special pigeons the Howards are.
you were home: dad, wilma, howard & howard all together with you...so precious...so rare
so lana, what you are saying is that i should MOVE to the south of france, oui ?
What an amazing story. Lovely.
What a wonderful story! I bet the two Howards are missing you.
That's so great! And what a brave pigeon. I wonder if he has other people somewhere in France?
i like to think it was an exclusive relationship !
hahahahahah... oh that's a good tale!!!
Perhaps Wilma was 'channeling' thru the Howard. lol
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