by I’ve decided to stop feeding the birds to save money and it’s like they know. They swoop down the minute I walk out onto the roof and get right up to me as I put the seed down. “We love you! We trust you! Don’t go away! Because we know you’re thinking about it.”
I wasn’t sure if this shot conveyed how close they got so I tried shooting straight down.
The camera freaked them out a bit so they didn’t get as close as usual, but you get the idea. By the way, those are my “work-out” sneakers. Those are not my “good” sneakers. Which I totally have.
Anyway, I’m feeling guilty. Stupid manipulative pigeons. Okay, you win pigeons. ( Jerks.)
I took down my feeders for this summer and won’t put them up again until the end of October. There’s plenty of food for them right now, so, yeah, you’re being manipulated.
Probably so…but it is the good kind. They know you’re coming. I imagine your roof is like a club with an alley entrance and no sign. The rest of the birds keep it to themselves so there’s plenty of food to go around. The first rule of Stacy Horn’s roof is that you don’t talk (or chirp) about Stacy Horn’s roof.
Something about that bottom picture makes me think of the Wicked Witch of the West Village . . . . can’t put my finger on it.