As Ljubica Handjal and I were sitting at Miško’s late this morning, a pigeon landed on one of the neighboring tables. I have never seen a pigeon land on any of the tables on the lower square, let alone so close to people. Standing at the same spot, it just bobbed its head for a while, and then it started preening itself. I approached it as gently as I could, but it did not fly away. It did not jump to the ground, either. Its feathers would get puffed up from time to time, which suggested that something could be wrong with it. Talking gently all the time, I slowly reached for it with one hand. It made a few steps sideways, but that was all. It appeared that I could get hold of it, too, but I did not know what to do with it afterwards. If anything was indeed wrong with it, it would need some care. What sort of care, though? In the end, I gave up. Having escorted Ljubica to her home on Borgo, I returned home myself. That was half-an-hour ago, but I still feel like a villain. I abandoned the poor pigeon just as the lower square was filling up for lunch. What if it was looking for help? More, what if it was actually looking for my help?