Does God have The Guts?

 In a dream last night a woman- who was both myself and someone I was observing- stood up on a chair and speechified to a table of people eating breakfast. They weren't best pleased with her because she'd mistaken the time and had got them out of bed hours too early. The speech was inspired and inspiring but all I remember of it is the line "God can come after me if he wants but I doubt that he has the guts". Later she made the same speech again but it was far less effective because she was repeating some of what she'd said before instead of delivering it in the moment. 

In another dream I was wandering through a building in Oldham that was mainly a hospital. I was under the impression I'd worked there but when I couldn't remember anything about it I concluded I can't have done. I had a dog with me but the dog went missing and the gay guy who was also a dog owner said it must have gone to the kitchen. In a green space among the buildings was a huge black monument with a sculpture embedded in it of an old saint on his death bed. The monument spoke and said "Pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death" and I crossed myself because my companion was a catholic and I wanted to show respect.

Hoppy

 The tamest of our pigeons has only one leg. He is the first to the food and the last to fly away when I get too close. This morning when I scattered bird seed he was the only one to show up. We call him Hoppy.

I know he's male because I've seen him perform a slightly jerky version of the pigeon courting dance.

Look away now if you're squeamish but I know how he lost his leg because I found it about a year ago in a joint of our complicated metal bird feeder. I suppose he made to fly away and it snapped. I hope it didn't hurt too much.....

Picture Diary 111

Picture Diary 111 . Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne 2. In a hurry 3. Lizbeth 4. Wanna come up and see my etchings? 5. Welcome Stranger 6. Iced