@optimist
It's just like people Because we're a gang! That's probably what these scoundrels would think if they were human. And it all started with feeding sparrows and tits. As a result, in the mornings there is a line of pigeons with their own hierarchy, where the most daring and strongest swoop on the grits, shoving away the weak and indecisive with their wings, leaving no chance for small birds, leaving behind only droppings, as if they were paid for being fed by someone's kind…