You never know who you can trust in this bird eat bird world
I've been wronged, smited! Betrayed by one of my own.
I trusted him, mi campadre, mi amigo, mi wadi.
I was pulled into his treacherous ways by a trustworthy face, full of kindness and warmth
who wouldn't trust this guy
"a real stand-up guy"
that's how I use to describe him to anyone I met.
I'd arrive at parties and say "hey, what about that stand-up guy. he's such a dependable fellow". I didn't need to give context. I could just say he was a stand-up guy. Chances are they knew who I meant. Probably. How many guys are as reliable as him?
or so i thought
let's not go into details here
some money changed hands
there were seeds thrown around
It would have made my trip to London so much better if I had known him. I was patronising some low quality ledges, and getting hustled by some low quality London louts.
not my idea of a good time!!!
me, not having a good time
Where is the yelp for pigeons? We can't all rely on Brian. Brian is overworked, underpaid, and under-appreciated.
if we have a yelp for pigeons, I think it would be all the rage. I know all my mates would use it. And improve it! Now that's my idea of a good time.
me, having a good time
With the advent of Pigeon Yelp, or Coo as it is called colloquially, pigeons could help each other, and be helped. Being a good bird of the world, and also benefiting from that goodness.
Then everyone could be like Brian. Sweet, sweet Brian. Muscular, succulent Brian.
It's like a bird, but like way big and the wings don't move and it's got a way worse sense of humour. I mean I was telling it some of my best, like "what do you call a rude bird? A MOCKING BIRD" - Not a chuckle. "Where do birds meet for coffee? AT THE NEST-CAFE". - not so much as a smile. Like come on that one is classic.
But while I was leaning on its nose, trying my best to get a giggle out of it in Frankfurt airport, the bloody thing started moving. I thought it would eventually calm down, but as it transpired that wasn't going to happen. I clung on with all the strength in my wings, and scooted along to where its feet should have been. "Strange talons you got here, mate!" I called as I moved in closer. I headed for a sheltered area near its feet and found myself a nice little alcove in which I could settle down for a while. Next thing I knew, it's feet, which turned out to be WHEELS, followed me in and the entrance closed up.
I was fairly stuck, but it seemed like a nice enough place, so I took a wander around. Lots of big packages of things. All very heavy. I headed up to the top of the pile of these big packages and, huzzah, an exit to somewhere that smelled like bread. In I snuggled and promptly fell asleep.
It must have been hours later when I realised I was in a little compartment surrounded by electronics, and I could hear voices. But not like crazy voices in my head, people voices above my head. Needless to say I was petrified. This big bird had eaten people!
The panel above my head opened and I decided that staying perfectly still was probably my best bet. "OH WHAT'S THIS THEN" Sounded like an old kook. Usually good news for birds. Great conversations.
Turns out, the kook was an orno-... ornit-... a guy who studies birds. AND I'M ONE OF THOSE
He showed me around where he was sitting, and BOY was it nice. I was afraid I'd get in some sort of trouble for being there, but there were doors and things and so he could have his own private room.
He told me all about the big bird, which turned out to be an airplane, figures.
He was in the most expensive part, so he said, which was called Diamond Class. It was pretty swanky. He got to go in the expensive part because he was a big important guy-who-studies-birds and he was going to a big meeting of guys-who-study-birds. So he got a nice seat. No seriously take a look around - you can look online. He showed me on his lapt top or whatever it's called. It was like a book, but with lights and buttons. You can look through "Diamond Class" here
It was such a nice place to hang out. Every so often, I'd hide in the electronics box, and he'd ask for bread and then when it came he'd close the doors and I'd have bread. I don't know where he was getting it, but it was reaaaaaally nice.
I was chillin' around Trafalgar Square and I was mighty hungry, and ready for a big feed. There were Loadsof pigeons lurkin' around and there were hundreds of people milling around. I bobbed around expectantly.
But to no avail! D:
I was there all day. Hungry.
Apparently it's a crime. You're not allowed feed the pigeons in Trafalgar Square.
I was not a happy pigeon. I got food elsewhere, but it really spoiled my day. It's so strange how pigeons are accepted differently around the world.
Pigeon Experts are pretty weird in London. ← Evidence [ cr ]
Pigeons are also more vicious here. ← Evidence. [ cr ]
I was thinking about Jae today, and I thought I'd post this video of us hanging out before he was shot.
:'(
I think I'll head for the continent.. I wonder what Germany's like this time of year..