The Darien River was a couple of hundred yards across and had a high arching bridge crossing it. A couple of second cousins and I would climb down under the bridge and while pressing against the sides of the girders traverse the span by crawling over, under and around things while being high above the water to get to the other side. We discovered that pigeons made their nests under the bridge and hatched their eggs and raised their young. We started bringing baby pigeons home to raise. They would become tame and stay for a while even after they learned to fly. We did this in our mid-teens. Looking back on it now, it seems like a very dangerous thing to do.
