Ain’t no thing but a pigeon wing.
“Hey you guys, I have a great idea, let’s use a SUPER DISTURBING DRAWING THAT LOOKS LIKE A DECAPITATED GOOSE/PIGEON HYBRID to promote our event!”
Wow. Just, wow.
Clean exemplars of the species, probably commuted from the suburbs.
Tripping on pigeons in U.N. Plaza. Read that as you will.
Pigeon Pollock.
Jackson Pollock: painter, fighter, pigeon lover.
Congratulations, crazycrab, you have unlocked a unique subset of the internet.
GNARLY WHARF BUM WITH PIGEON
Fresh & free range: a kind of redundancy of San Francisco foodways. Also, the saying of “foodways,” like “farm egg,” very well-duh-yeah. Annoyances of the first-world kind, that what we do for sustenance others do if they’re lucky. Any egg, any bird, will do.
Save me some stuffin’.
Don’t blame me, I voted for this pigeon.
Martyr Pigeon of the Month mixed with a surprising amount of crazy for a scant 13 seconds.
I informed BART police of this pigeon’s presence. A memorial service will be held at Most Holy Redeemer church on Tuesday at 10AM.
A Pigeon of the Month, of the Moment, of Forever, of this summer-gray-as-cats. There is nothing August about it. The fact of it is as stark as this day facing east, at 11 o’clock in the morning. A Brutalist kind of triumph, if you can call it that.
Uncouth but not uncommon sentiment.
This would be a good time to hold your breath.
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