Some people criticized Tesla for obsessing over pigeons.
I don’t have a problem with that.

While living in New York, he spent many hours
feeding pigeons in a park.

If I’d lived in New York, I would have liked to have
fed them too.

Sometimes he took injured pigeons home to help them
heal and get well.

I find that praiseworthy and admire Tesla for caring
enough for pigeons to do that.

Supposedly, he said he fell in love with a white pigeon,
like a man falls in love with a woman.

And when she died, a bright white light shone from her
eyes brighter than any light he had generate with machinery.

Tesla was depressed and distraught when she died,
told friends he felt like his life’s work was finished.

I don’t have a problem with any of that, maybe he had a mystical
connection with that pigeon beyond human comprehension.

Even if what I wrote is just bunk, at least his obsession wasn’t
hurting anybody, nor himself and his fame.

Bob Boyd