Overslept by 15 minutes or so. Busy day at work. Called plastics vendors for Fluffarium estimates. Preliminary results are encouraging.
Ate pumpkin soup and a cranberry-walnut muffin for lunch, in the little concrete slab park outside the hospital. I crumbled bits of muffin very nearby on the picnic table, and this revealed who the bravest pigeons are, and what their pecking order is. I noticed that they make a very particular sound when they want other pigeons to go away.
"These crumbs are mine.
(*neck poofy* )
(*strut-strutty*)
"Don't make me injure you to remind you of my superioritaah."
ZweiPigeon had accidentally pooped on its own foot, which was pretty gross. I was glad when EinPigeon chased it away, especially because I was eating.
Yeah, I'm waiting for some media to warm up.
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Date: 2003-10-01 10:18 am (UTC)I think that's why he's ZweiPigeon.