I came back from getting a gyro at the place across the street, (I say jai-row because even if that isn’t actually correct, there is no doubt about what I am ordering.) (I think I’ve said that here, but I’m going to leave it anyway.) (Can you put parenthetical statements back-to-back like that? It doesn’t look right.)
I’m just going to start over:
I came back from getting a gyro at the place across the street, and saw some pigeons by my bird feeder. It was the weirdest thing. I mean, I know there are pigeons in the area, because I live in a city, but I don’t remember ever seeing them in my yard. I mean, it’s not like I live in a high-rise condo. There are yards in my neighborhood, and trees and gardens. What are pigeons doing here? Are they lost?
Now that I’m thinking about it, just what exactly is the natural habitat of pigeons? I mean, before there were cities, where did they live? Before they ate trash, what did they live on?
They flew to my porch when I approached the house.
There were three of them.
I don’t have any idea about what pigeons did before this – that is quite a deep topic for consideration. I suppose evolutionists would say they came around when people began to congregate. (Man, I am full of it.) (Oh, this is fun.) (It’s liked my words are being hugged.)
By the way, you now have reminded me of my least favorite Sesame Street song and most disturbing visual. Bert wasn’t supposed to have legs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDJsgtoizj8
Thank you for the pre-end-of-year-meeting chuckle this morning, Lauren. Now I’ll be “doin’ the – – pigeon” myself all day!
–no parentheses were harmed in the making of this post
I bet they are from the Midwest, vacationing!!! Maybe some farmer is painting the building that they usually “roost” in!!!! 🙂