Memorial Day was kind of interesting for me.
I was a little down yesterday during the holiday. It was a combination of being stressed out along with remembering what the holiday was about. I honor the troops for their courage and determination to save our country. So to continue hearing the number of troops that passed away to protect our country, it gets me at times. Since I was stressed out yesterday, the holiday came down on me, and made me extra miserable.
I couldn't write any ideas. All I could do was walk around the city and try to gather my thoughts. It worked out a little bit. Walking always does. I stopped by a park and sat down on a bench under a tree where the shade was. For thirty minutes, I was gathering my thoughts. Doing my best to put a smile on my face again.
While sitting down on the bench, I looked down at this crowd of pigeons that were just hanging around, looking for food. The everyday thing that pigeons do. I always tend to look at the babies more. I laugh every time they speak bird tongue. Plus, they're incredibly quick. They'll fly away and be out of the park within seconds.
Two people were sitting on the other side and feeding them fries. Once they hit the ground, the pigeons are grabbing them within seconds. It was hard for me not to watch this fun show going on in front of me. It was helping the smile return to my face.
I looked to the right and there were two pigeons that stood out in the crowd. I was able to tell which one was a male and which one was a female just by looking in their eyes. They started going through a lovey dovey phase by getting all affectionate towards each other. I didn't want to disturb them. So I looked away.
As I'm looking away, I could feel something staring real hard at me. You just have that gut feeling that someone or something is staring at you. I turned around and there I saw the two pigeons staring real hard at me. It was a three second stare down, which they obviously won. When I saw they were looking at them they started becoming affectionate again. I turned away and thought it was a coincidence. Then they began staring at me again when they thought I wasn't looking at them. I automatically assume that they wanted an audience to see how they express their love.
By the fifth turn, the male pigeon decided to jump on the female. That was when I knew it was time to leave. I knew they wanted me to be affectionate, but I didn't know it was heading to the point when they wanted an audience to watch them go all the way to third base.