Sitting in the park today after class for no particular reason. It's sunny out but chilly too; crisp air hits my face but the sunlight soaks into my dark jeans. I am more physically comfortable than I have been sitting on a park bench in a long time. I read for a bit, but the beauty of my environment distracted me. All I really came here to do is just sit anyway.
I noticed a nicely dressed middle aged man standing a little ways away from me. He was brushing a pigeon away from him. I was confused as to why this particular pigeon was insisting upon landing on this man's shoulder; he had no food or birdseed with him to entice the pigeon. As the man walked away, this one bird followed him. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized the man was calling the bird to him, telling him to follow, calling him "Chucko". And the bird followed him. At one point the bird flew off somewhere else and the man couldn't identify which was his Chucko, but a woman nearby directed his attention to his avian friend. He called, Chucko responded, they walked along their merry way.
I live in a very strange place.
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