The end of my walk took me through Boston Common. Near Park Street Station and Tremont Street, I witnessed this Columbian feeding frenzy. Someone had, evidently, dumped a load of pastries, and the pigeons were attacking the pastel pink and green cake slices with gusto.
However, I soon noticed that within the mob was some order, as most of
the groups broke out into small circles around one particular baked good.
He was very adept at standing on the pigeons' backs.
He even kept his balance with each foot onn the back of a different pigeon.
From his vantage, he was able to dive in and score choice crumbs.
He seemed to hold his own against the pigeons, which were at least twice his size and weight. And like the ducks, they were all far too intent on the task at hand (wing?) to pay any attention to me and my camera. I'm endlessly fascinated by the little glimpses of wilderness deep within the city limits, even in one of the oldest cities in North America.