I used to like
pigeons, mostly just because they were
birds. Living in
New York City and travelling to other
cities had almost convinced me that they were really just flying rats.
But
the final straw came as I was walking by
Tomkin's Square Park one
spring. There was a newly-
dead pigeon laying in the mud near a
feeding frenzy of other pigeons. Two
horny pigeons repeatedly humped the
corpse.