Pigeons arenât known as amazing conversationalists, but I bet theyâre better company than the judgy old lady currently eying me strangely.
âMind your business,â I hiss across the park pathway.
The flock of pigeons ripples around me like a cloak shrouded from my shoulders, draping over the bench where I sit, and amassed around the bird seed covered ground at my feet.
Even the woman jolts at my ...