It kinda feels like the mourning doves vs the pigeons out there, and since the doves are smaller I can’t help but root for them. I’m not sure what to do. I thought I might out another cup of food or something, but then I realized, it’s not like the birds will politely divide up. This cup is for us, and that cup is you guys.
Meanwhile, the food from a truck business has expanded into waffles, except they spell it with one “f” and also offer something called “dinges.” I do not know what those are.