I don't get sad when I read stories about people who die but I get sad if I see a pigeon with a bad foot
I'm just one of those people. my hart brakes when ever I see a pigeon with a bad foot
A lot of pigeons have bad feet you will notice this, you see them. About every third pigeon has a bad foot, hobbling about. Still able fly's but hobbles around Peking up the shit people chuck on the ground
The other day I was walking around and there was this pigeon. You know when you walking along, they wait to the very last, minutes before they fly away because they're used to humans they know they have to get out the way but there desperate to peck up that piece of chewing gum or whatever it is they live off.
And people don't like them
Anyway I was walking along and I expected it to fly away
But it then manoeuvred around me and then it started walking beside me just for a few seconds and I imagined if any one sore us that they would thing we where to companions.
And do you know what I was happy in that moment.
I wanted it to be true. I thought maybe if I wrote a script about a man and a pigeon and they mint let me star in it.
They could train a pigeon to do it so you'd actually have footage of me walking along with a pigeon, walking along by my side.
I'm just one of those people. my hart brakes when ever I see a pigeon with a bad foot
A lot of pigeons have bad feet you will notice this, you see them. About every third pigeon has a bad foot, hobbling about. Still able fly's but hobbles around Peking up the shit people chuck on the ground
The other day I was walking around and there was this pigeon. You know when you walking along, they wait to the very last, minutes before they fly away because they're used to humans they know they have to get out the way but there desperate to peck up that piece of chewing gum or whatever it is they live off.
And people don't like them
Anyway I was walking along and I expected it to fly away
But it then manoeuvred around me and then it started walking beside me just for a few seconds and I imagined if any one sore us that they would thing we where to companions.
And do you know what I was happy in that moment.
I wanted it to be true. I thought maybe if I wrote a script about a man and a pigeon and they mint let me star in it.
They could train a pigeon to do it so you'd actually have footage of me walking along with a pigeon, walking along by my side.