A Pack of Pigeons
A flock of pigeons huddles together in their superfluous idea of security,the sheer number in their pack seeming to domesticate them. Each step I take gets me closer and closer, and still they do not budge. I am a metre away from the outskirts of their circle, and still they do not budge. I flinch in their direction as one of the birds in the inner circle notices me, and suddenly the whole flock is aloft. It’s as though they were a great amorphous blob made up of tinier, little blobs. Each little blob doesn’t know exactly what to do by itself. But, allow it another blob and suddenly it feels safer in its own nature. It gains the strength to flap its wings and strut about, as though it now has the security of being truly alone in the world, because it has another blob.
THE FILM
A young boy is obsessed with chasing pigeons. Until the day when he almost runs onto an injured pigeon. He cares for the pigeon until it’s well enough to be set free, back into the flock. One of the pigeons looks at him a little too long, which he takes immediately as a thank you.