Saturday, January 29, 2005another bird story, this one from Amber. She told me she was standing on the el platform the other day and someone walked by, dropping a bit of pizza crust near her shoe. She looked down and thought, eew.
Within moments, a pigeon had arrived on the scene, neck pumping with greed, to pick apart the delicious morsel. Amber, equal parts horrified and fascinated, observed as it eyed her menacingly. Suddenly into her field of vision came a large flock of the birds, swiftly diving for her feet and instantly beginning to squabble over the tasty crust. Amber looked up from the melee to see the faces of the people on the platform wrinkling their noses in disgust. Perhaps they assumed Amber was feeding the birds, perhaps not.