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Whenever I see pigeons, I feel a mixture of the wish to hurt them and
afeeling of sympathy for the little filthy creatures, forced to live in
thisindustrial world far removed from the nature in which they belong.
Manycity-birds are luckier; the seagulls have the beach and the water,
thesmaller earth-bound birds have the parks, and gardens behind houses to be in-
they are much less likely to be driven away because they don't have
thereputation of the pigeon. Only the pigeons are alone in the city, stuck
inthe grime and trash and left-over food, getting run over by cars. I justhope
that a pigeon will be spared a kick from an angry pedestrian because Iwrote
this - we're the ones who built this unnatural world, leaving somecreatures
stranded without the habitat in which they belong. I saw a pigeon the
other day, covered with the dirt of the city, its littleeyes glazed with an
iridescent film, limping along the edge of the curb; itwent several yards, then
fell off; I didn't see it get back up. That's oneof the sadder things I've seen
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