Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Fat Dead Birds and Egyptian Guitar

Giant poisoned pigeons are dropping from the sky here. The dead birds are literally falling from the rooftops in the Mirdif suburb of Dubai and there is not even a phenomenal meteorogical event to blame. At one point we counted 22 oversized pigeons hanging out on the ledge over our front door, and our deadbeat landlord actually responded quickly to this pest complaint. He then passed the buck to the Dubai municipality, who hastily dispatched a team, who without our consent, laid poison where the birds were roosting, and indeed, all around the property. Almost as quickly as they packed up their ladders and were on their way, some of the pesky birds started skulking off to die, while others fell over dead, right off the rooftop onto our carport, into the pots of bougainvillaes and into the swimming pool. Unfortunately, though the city pest control will come along and kill the pests, clean up is not part of the deal, and so disposal of the birds falls to my dutiful germophobe husband Billy, and his trowel. That's right, tidy Japanese-born with American-swear-words Billy, grocery store plastic bags and trowel in hand, doing his best not to inhale while scooping up dead fat pigeons, along with unfortunate beautiful non-pest birds, taking himself right to an anti-bacterial bath post-haste.

And yes, it's so easy to say they'd never do it this way in America, but there are many other of our daily experiences that they don't have in America either. Right after a bird-disposal episode last weekend, with my patio door open, I heard music, acoustic guitar and Arabic voice, in such a professional quality that I thought for sure it must be a neighbor's radio. But six-year-old Rosie, unafraid of seeming nosey, checked it out and came back confirm. Yusef's dad from Egypt was sitting on his terrace in full performance mode. And even with my limited Arabic, an expression came to mind which translates literally as 'joy, praise, or thankfulness for an event or person that was just mentioned'. Masha'Allah.

5 comments:

Billy Watts said...

Yes, poetic license indeed. Note that there are times when Christina moves from merely reporting the news of the day into novel-writing mode ... for the sake of entertainment value.

Nonetheless, the story is 99% true - little bird genocide going on here.

Angie Brady said...

Oh my, what would Adam and Eve say... Bernie says that in Tinly Park the municipality would get rid of what is attracting the birds. However, I'm not sure that pigeons are particularly partial to certain things, the dirty birds that they are. My guess is that someone is feeding them in the neighborhood...Find the culprit!

Sarah said...

I am having a big ole belly laugh over this. Reason you may ask??? Because of the mouse in the sink that both you, Christina, and I touched in your kitchen sink. We BOTH called Billy that day telling him he had to get the mouse out of the sink. I am about to throw up just thinking about it...

Unknown said...

Christina, I am just trying to catch up, as I passed your blog address on to a friend today. I believe it was around this time that birds in a couple states (one being Michigan and the other being Tennessee or one close by) were dropping dead in the hundreds or maybe even thousands. The same thing happened to thousands of fish.. Strange...
I am repulsed though, and I can't believe you are tolerating living with all of those toxins so close! That is so un-you!

Janell said...

That comment was from Janell, not JOhn..