Well -- it looks like Spring is here. Not only is the sun shining, the wind a gnat's wing less frigid, and people's blood flowing a little more excitedly, but the pigeons are doing it.
Today, as I was sitting at the triangular benches outside the Hall building on McKay -- the ones I've managed to chill out on every Spring for 7 years (yeah, I *really* need to leave Concordia) -- I witnessed one pigeon of unidentified sex beaking (perhaps prepping?) its own gonads. In flies bird number two and they start making out like it means something (anyone who has birds and has ever kissed someone in front of them knows that Blue Budgie and Yellow Budgie quickly pick up the habit). Then one of the pigeons (whom we assume was the male, but one's never too sure) jumps on the other's back and they started getting funky, until a passing student yells "get a room!" and the two lustbirds fly off in shame.
Needless to say, love, and Spring, are in the air.
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While the Hall Building might be source of life and gettin' it on for the pigeon population, the Visual Arts building, has shown me an opposite facet of this species.. namely, death.
It was a Sunday, I believe, and this pigeon on the front lawn was doing choking movements with it's head. Blinking its eyes frantically, and walking around at a slow pace. It was dying very slowly, and it took about 25 minutes until it fell sideways, and retracted its legs.
The security guard walked over and nudged it slightly with its foot, got on his radio and said "We have a man down at the VA".
Truly, there was nothing ever cheerful about the VA.
Wow. Pigeons showing us sex and death. Deep.
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