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A pigeon flew onto my table just as the cleaning auntie came to take away my plates and cup. And looked at me.
I looked at it in the eye and said, “Nothing. No food here. Nothing.”
Then I slammed the table and it flew away.
Then I realized I just spoke to a bird.
Posted on Wednesday, October 09, 2019 at 08:09 PM in Musings | Permalink