Pigeons
I can usually find about five pigeons outside my house; they fly around from roof to roof and gently wake the neighborhood up with pleasant coos. I have never seen more than five pigeons though.
San Francisco, on the other hand, has pigeons a plenty. When my dog, Valor, was a puppy, he was a Guide Dog in Training. He flew with me to San Francisco just after he was potty trained. On his first trip to San Francisco Valor demonstrated a fear of pigeons. (Being a Labrador, he also showed a strong like for pigeon output.) I took Valor to San Francisco again when he was a little older, probably about ten months old. Valor thought pigeons were fun to chase on that trip.
Valor’s trips to San Francisco were about ten years ago. Pigeons were abundant as they walked around The City with their cute little pigeon walk. It was easy to find dozens on any given street corner, and they looked like normal pigeons with a few different feather colors. Over the last ten years I had pretty much forgotten about San Francisco pigeons; after all, I hadn’t been to San Francisco during that time.
The annual IVAA conference was held in San Francisco, so back to The City I went. Alas, my favorite pooch was not permitted to attend this time.
At the end of the second day of the conference I went for a walk to meet up with some old friends for dinner. I got lost, of course, on the way so I had many miles of walk-time to observe the pigeons.
The pigeons were different.
There didn’t seem to be any more pigeons than before; however, they were fat.
They were really fat pigeons.
At that point, I decided that if I ever became homeless I’d move to San Francisco. San Francisco doesn’t actually get cold.
And, The City has really fat pigeons.
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