Can we pause for a moment and just think about the birds here. They are crazy. Seriously crazy. The pigeons here can’t fly, or don’t fly, or a little of both. Everywhere you go, there’s a little pigeon hopping along. They don’t fly out of your way, they just run along. And when they do fly they fly low and clumsily. One has already hit me and I’m not going to be surprised when one hits me again. As annoying as they are, though, I can deal with the pigeons. It’s the other little suckers I can’t stand.
There are these trees by the bus station, you see, and these little buggers like to nest in them. They aren’t there in the morning but they come by the hundreds when we wait for the bus at night. When they land in a tree that tree no longer exists. There are only birds visible and no foliage. They scare the shit out of me. Honestly. I’m developing a phobia. And this new little gem of a phobia is not going to be all too handy when we hit London, where only more pigeons await.
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