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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9 of 365

2 thoughts on “9/365”

  1. 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.

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