The Flock...

Each bird has a name. A soul. A story. They didn’t just arrive—they chose to. One by one, they landed: on the railings, the rooftops, the edges of benches. But most importantly—on my heart. This is where you’ll meet Domino-the white pigeon, who saw my hand and didn’t hesitate. Clubby--one foot, ever curious and wide-eyed. Honey Girl, crooked walk and always lands on my shoulder, warm as the morning light. Adonis-the osprey with elegance tucked in every feather. Caspian-the cream-colored nig