Morning at the Breakfast Bar…it’s a push-and-shove, step-on-the-other-guy kind of start to the day for these guys.
The pigeons arrive on schedule each morning, and patiently wait for the meager offerings to be spread along the rail. Then it’s swoop in, eat up and fly off to the next feeding spot. Where they go, I’m not sure, but they don’t return until the next morning at the appointed time.
It serves as a gentle, daily reminder that we all have our ruts.