“It’s easy to find the place” the directions said, “you’ll see it right across from the bird house.” I was imagining a largish traditional wooden shelter for the many exotic Mauritian birds. Maybe something on the fence or perched on a decorative post. But no, it’s an actual house that looks like an enormous white pigeon landed on the roof and never left. Or perhaps a dove. The symbol of peace. That would make sense.
No one seemed to know exactly why the woman had built her house in the shape of a bird. I asked around. It was a church. I checked with Ms. Google. There was nothing about the origin of the church or it’s feathered followers. Even our landlords who had lived across the street for years couldn’t provide a definitive answer. Some say the woman who lives there saw a vision or received a sacred message from on high that inspired her. The construction was complicated and is definitely not up to code. Apparently the long necked house of worship was very popular a few years ago. Hundreds of followers would flock to her house to pray, chant and dance. Each Sunday the normally quiet street would be crammed with busses and cars. But, just like disco and leg warmers the popularity eventually wained and the faithful found other places to direct their prayers and their cash. Maybe the bird lady didn’t make enough wishes come true? Perhaps her doctrines laid an egg? Continue Reading →