There are many pigeons in San Francisco. You can see them around. Sometimes they fly over the sky. Sometimes they stand on the roof. Sometimes they walk across the street. Unlike the pigeons in China, they don’t fear people.
Because I often see them walking on the street to find food near the bus station, I plan to feed them.
(just for fun)
Today morning, I toasted one piece of bread and crashed it into pieces, and put them in a bag. When I went to the bus station, I spread the crumbs to the ground, and wait for the pigeons. Several minutes passed, no pigeon came. It was strange. Was it because of the foggy day? There came a man with two yellow-brown doggies. When they passed through the crumbs, the doggies ate them. To my surprise, the man did not stop them eating. When they left, there were just small crumbs left.
Finally, two pigeons appeared on the ground and pecked the crumbs. Then more and more pigeons came. I observed them closely. Most of them were gray or black or mixed-colored, none of them was white. They had red-brown eyes and gray beak. The paws were dull red, so strange. They pecked quickly and politely – they did not contend each other. When a pigeon went towards a crumb, the other pigeons would avoid. So that’s why me take the pigeon as a symbol of peace.
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