So weird. I was walking up the street on Sutter the other day and this older Chinese fellow walked past me. After he passed, this cyclone of pigeons came swirling behind him. He kept walking on as I tried to battle the flapping rats as they engulfed me in their filth.
Then, as quickly as it began, it was over and they kept going down the street in this massive flock, following that old guy. He wasn’t tossing out bread crumbs or anything that I could see, but somehow they bowed ot him as their master, like that episode of The Simpsons where Homer become the master of a murder of crows.
I admit I was a bit envious and wished to have that kind of power over a lower life form someday, but if that day were to ever come, I hope that it’s not pigeons I control. Squirrels definitely would be okay, but pigeons never.