Part three of three
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. ( Collapse )
Circling the pigeons like jackals around a pride of feasting lions, some very scrappy and determined starlings trying to get a share of the goodies.
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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.