Thursday, October 30
one day i was waiting for the bus in front of what looked like an urban pumpkin patch, complete with authentic-looking bales of hay and silly scarecrow. soon, a dark-colored bird appeared. it would have been perfect if it had been a crow or a raven, but this is a city, so a pigeon would have to do. (my coauthor is an equal avian opportunist, so i'm sure she won't mind.)
a short while later, the first beak's friend appeared...
seems as though there was good eats for les pigeons amid the hay and between the orange gourds.
...until it was time to go!