Join the Muséum National d'Histoire Naturelle de Paris for “A Pigeon’s Perspective” at the IDEAS CITY Street Festival on Saturday May 30.

The presence of pigeons in cities stands on a paradox: they are physically excessively visible but remain invisible to most city-dwellers. This tour will focus on their presence and behavior, engaging in an interdisciplinary conversation about pigeons as a species as well as the Lower East Side’s history, animal adaptation to anthropic milieus, human ideologies, and concerns about the future of biodiversity. We will walk to a few keys points around the Lower East Side (including the last remaining coop in Alphabet City, feral pigeon nests, and pigeon feeder spots) and discuss pigeon orientation skills, early European immigration, the American Dream, sanitation, chicken meat prices, and dog parks.

The Muséum National d’Histoire Naturelle de Paris tours will be leaving from the Shared Tour Hub in Sara D. Roosevelt Park at the corner of Stanton and Forsyth Streets at 1:30 p.m. and 4 p.m. Space is limited, please email chloe.roubert@gmail.com to reserve your spot.

~ Why so sad little Sprite?~

//Sometimes I think about how Erasure can be a giant winged snake and I attempt cool art.//

A first meeting for the second time

Ah?

You have a mate? So there are more people on this island! That is great to hear! *Ahem* Yes, I’m sure I’ll figure it out as well. I am a scientist after all!

Walker flicked his tail once as he itched the pure white scar under the bleached streak of hair over his left temple.  "Yeah, though I don't think he's the kind of person you're likely to meet around the island" He laughed a little, shaking his head.

"Well scientist I certainly hope so."

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"Don’t worry about it. made my day a little more interesting." Walker made a wave with his free hand.

"Quite a while, I don’t really keep track of that anymore." He laughed a little as Wilson described his camp. "Gotta work on it every day pick an easily defensible location and  start walls early."

Yeah, I’m currently trying to get enough resources so I can start building a defense with some stone walls. But it’s quite difficult to make a stable stone wall without any cement, heh. I’m quite envious of your camp, it looks so stable and well protected, it must have taken a lot of time to build this.

"A lot of work, a lot of time and help from my mate." Walker nodded, he was pretty proud of his camp. it had to be top notch to keep his  brood safe after all.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. " 

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R-right, yeah, I guess… I’m really sorry for asking, it probably really is my memory mixing things up. *Wilson awkwardly scratched the back of his head and bit his lip, trying to think up a different topic* So, how long have you been here? You got quite an impressive camp, mine is just a fireplace and a backpack, since I seem to have lost everything I had before.

"Don't worry about it. made my day a little more interesting." Walker made a wave with his free hand.

"Quite a while, I don't really keep track of that anymore." He laughed a little as Wilson described his camp. "Gotta work on it every day pick an easily defensible location and  start walls early."

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H-have we perhaps met before?

My memory has been kind of scrambled up, and there seem to be lots of blurry spots in the back of my mind. You seem kind of familiar to me, but I’m not sure if I’m mixing memories from when I was at home with the memories I made on this island. F-for all I know you may just simply look like someone I may have passed in the streets of my city. I’m really sorry if this comes over as a bunch of baloney, and I feel like a real sap for asking this, but I’m really balled up.

"Can't say I know who you are. You're balled up alright, but then again I am too, don't sweat the memory you lost, it either comes back or it doesn't. Nothing has come backt o bite my tail yet." he shruged one shoulder. For all he knew he did know this person. maybe Nim would know. he didn't particularly care to find out though seeing as he was fairly happy  and  since this guy didn't remember either it was probably best to start from scratch anyway rather than try to figure out if they had a history and then struggle to remember it.

"I highly doubt you saw me in any city though."

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I-I see, I’m sorry for disturbing you. *Ahem* It’s good to meet you, sir Inkwell. You are the first person I’ve encountered so far on this island. *Wilson looks Walker up and down a bit nervously. Something about him seems familiar* E-ehm, can I maybe, ask you a kind of a strange question?

Walker shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he let the arm holding the picaxe drop down at his side. "I suppose I count that as a privilage." He scoffed somewhat amusedly and rested his free hand on his hip.

"I don't see why not. I guess, ask away." he was partly curious what this fellow could ask and partly amused by his twitchy manner. 

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*Wilson scrambled back when he heard the parrot screeching, and scrambled back even further as a tall man appeared.

He was much taller than Wilson, which intimidates him a little. Wilson tries his best to regain his posture and clears his throat* M-my name is Wilson. Wilson Percival Higgsbury. I- I stumbled upon this camp by chance while looking for resources. D-does this camp belong to you, sir?

"Of course it belongs to me!" Walker replied curtly, his tail flicking behind him in an agitated manner.  he was about to say something further as to the  obviousness of that fact but he caught himself when he noted the somewhat fearful reaction he'd instilled int he stranger.

"Walker inkwell. I'm...Walker. there isn't much here that I haven't already gone through outside of my gardens." He added. trying to sound a bit less...hostile.  

I got bored and did a variety of sketches. It started off as an outfit design for a demon version of Autumn. But some how different pics of Wilson and a couple of Wes, and one Walker. Don’t ask, he’s just fun to draw sometimes when in the mood I guess ;w; And I wanted to draw him getting a hug, but it didn’t work out so I did the next best thing I could think of. And of course there’s the cuteness of Wes. Then some wet Wilson, Autumn, and Wes. My excuse, I wanted to practice wet hair. :/ And the last Wilson is based off the blog misterhiggsbury   I can’t help but like the style appearance. ;w; There’s more I wanted to draw but I’ll have to do another page. For now and enjoy what’s here. ))

A first meeting for the second time

*Wilson was stumbling around the trees, chopping wood and looking for food. Since it has been getting a bit warmer he was more daring to walk bigger distances from his camp without fearing that he will freeze to death. After a while he walks in on something odd. Wilson looks at the row of walls in the distance, and wonders if he may have stumbled upon a ruin, but closer inspection shows that they are in pristine condition and are certainly not abandoned* Another camp? Does this mean someone else is here besides me? *He walks around the walls until he finally found the entrance, and carefully peeked inside* H-hello? Is anyone here?

 As the intruder approached  a dusty white parrot perched upon the wall started to  screech in warning to the Camp's owner. Not long after a tall, and thin man appeared from behind the walls , a thick, heavy, dark blue tail  dragging behind him and a freshly crafted opulent pickaxe in hand. not his first weapon of choice but it was in his hands already when the bird called.

"Who's out there!?" The blue clad man demanded.

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The machine looked around the area. It seemed to have been developed a bit, stumps and refilled holes being signs. That meant someone was residing here.

He continued forward, wanting to assess who could be owning this camp.

At the bird cry he drew his own spear and pointed it out at any threat. He carefully watched for movement.

He glared at the fleshling who appeared, but relaxed somewhat as it put its spear into a resting position.

He put his own into a resting position as he replied, ” MY IDENTIFICATION IS WX-78. I AM NOT CURRENTLY SEARCHING FOR A CONFRONTATION.”

A Machine? A walking and talking machine? Wonders truly didn't cease.  Taking a cautious step closer the  tall, tailed man craned his neck much in the manner of a bird studying something. the  odd, bleached-white streak in his hair  stood out from  his otherwise dark colored hair and clothing. 

"Hm, that's good I suppose." he muttered, righting his stance as he gently stroked  his bird friend's belly. "I'm... Walker, It's...hm, nice to meet you. I haven't had visitors in a...in quite a long time." His somewhat disjointed manner of speaking let on that he hadn't had much conversation in a long time either. 

Chester needs help...

okay, so, I never thought I would be doing this but my wonderful baby Chester kitty has blindsided us with  an amazing Vet bill..

He’s there now, stayign overnight on an IV.

Chester is my baby boy. I love hm with all my heart and I am torn to pieces that he’s so sick now.

it started a few days ago with bouts of diarrhea, which became so bad he wouldn’t even use his litter box, we started to portion his food and added rice to try and  firm up his stool and that seemed to work for a day or two and then last night he started to vomit water. then go and guzzle more, and not five minutes later just throw it up again. anything he ate came back up, anything he drank came back up. he became lethargic and  even though he is not the kind of cat to complain when something hurts ( I’ve noticed myself stepping on his tail and he didn’t even move? but he cries when I go in the bathroom and close the door.)

we took him to the vet asap. they did x-rays and discovered that he has a small piece of metal in his stomach as well as an unknown mass of something ( could be plastic, cotton, wad of string, they’re not sure.) the metal object looks like a bit of wire, only about a quarter of an inch but his innards are inflamed and he’s clearly in pain. it doesn’t look like much though does it? who’d have thought… but then I have had kidney stones so I know even something tiny scraping your insides can be excruciating. 

the overnight bill with the bloodwork and x-rays has come to 774.92$

we were able to pay a portion of that as a deposit but on top of that surgery to remove the metal and mass is going to be at LEAST 1,000 ( and that’s optimistically saying  if nothing goes wrong) it could be anywhere between that and 15,000.

My family simply can’t afford that…  we still haven’t  even been able to get heating oil for the house.

my family has already in the last 3-4 months had a death, a heart attack, a water heater blow up and cause untold water damage in the basement, my father was rear ended at work, and my mother had all of her teeth break off and fall out so she  has one tooth to chew food with..

the car is on it’s second flat  this winter and I honestly don’t know how to console my mother anymore. I’m at a breaking point and she’s  so depressed I just can’t seem to  give her any hope.

Chester is the light of my life, and hers too.

we found chester in a dumpster at the chik-fil-a in september of 2013 after what looked like someone kicked or hit him in the face. this picture is after icing down some of the swelling  abscess and after two baths. the very night we found him he adored me, rubbing his wounded face against my cheek and purring his little heart out. he kneaded and snuggled me and I knew he was my kitty. my special one of a kind friend.

I wake up every morning to this lovable face and I don’t want that to end before he’s even 2 years old. So I’m going to be selling some adoptable designs and selling customs of my  species, since I’m so slow with commissions I’ll only accept those in small amounts. Please take a look at my DeviantART for examples of my work. you can either note me there or here on tumbler to inquire about custom adopts Customs I will do at 5- 10 $ each depending on complexity.

I hate to even offer this when there are others in more need than us but will also do colored sketches for donations 5$ and up. My paypal address is xzukurox@gmail.com if you’re donating please include a  refrence of what you would like me to sketch for you if you want one.