I was sitting at the train station in downtown Los Angeles waiting for the train to arrive to take me to the Burbank airport. It was around 1 p.m. I hadn’t eaten for a few hours and was beginning to get hungry. So, I took out my bland tuna sandwich and began nibbling on it, wishing that I had used more butter or avocado. The bread was an expensive gluten-free brown rice, the variety that folks who love or don’t love wheat can devour and not expect to get sick.
Suddenly, I had new friends. What, I can’t eat in peace without someone begging?!!! Then I thought it about. These feathery ones among us may have been displaced from their homeland. Couldn’t say for sure, but I don’t know where they came from. I have seen them in different places in different cities but have never really given much thought to their origins.
Now they wanted some nourishment (or junk food). All I could share was a tuna sandwich and expensive gluten-free brown rice bread and it was mine! Besides, it wasn’t b=very tasty, but I am assuming that only I knew that. What do I know about pigeons? Perhaps they knew that my food wasn’t so tasty, right? It seemed okay to give them a few crumbs. After all, I could give up something. It was the least that a human could do for a bird that had already given up a lot!