Two pigeons are waddling back and forth along the rounded window ledge. One is rather small, yet also chubby. He is followed by a very well-fed pigeon who moves whenever the smaller moves. I truly do not know the sexes of the pigeons, but it almost seemed to me like she (for the sake of this posting, the pigeon is a she) was a nursemaid, watching his every move and then fluttering her feathers and shooing him the other direction on the ledge. Then again, the larger one could be excited by the smaller pigeon, but I'm getting into rather adult territory here.
I'm looking down onto the corner of Robson and Homer Streets and wonder what the pigeons see. Their shit is all over the ledge and I wonder if they do see humans as potential targets. Oh, well. That's me reading too many Far Side Books.