The Genius and the Pigeon
In his final years, Tesla lived alone in room 3327 of the Hotel New Yorker. Broke, forgotten, and in poor health, he spent his days feeding pigeons in Bryant Park. But there was one pigeon — a white female — that he loved above all others.
"I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them, for years," Tesla wrote. "But there was one pigeon, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings… that pigeon was the joy of my life."
He nursed her back to health when she was injured, spending $2,000 (a fortune for a man with no money) on veterinary care. He believed they had a special connection. When she died, Tesla said: "When that pigeon died, something went out of my life… I knew that my life's work was finished."
The man who had electrified the world spent his last years in near total isolation. He died on January 7, 1943, alone in his hotel room. A maid found him the next morning. He was 86.
“I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success.”
— Nikola Tesla