I have to pass underneath this railroad bridge every time I run, and it’s always a joy to dodge the steadily growing masses of pigeon crap. The pigeon below seemed to be taunting me as I entered his domain, not bothering to move or fly away as I approached.
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pigeons are cheeky little dudes that fill me with hate. they’re only marginally better than the grackles and crows i see around here, though.
A crow would at least fight me. Pigeons just sit there and stare.