Used to hate pigeons in my 20s. Not like, vile hatred or anything like that, just.... man, what's up with these pigeons. Now, I live at a place that has a tiny

Used to hate pigeons in my 20s. Not like, vile hatred or anything like that, just.... man, what's up with these pigeons. Now, I live at a place that has a tiny pigeon colony right outside my window. Every morning, a cute pigeon couple flies up to my window sill to watch me for a bit. Sometimes they're not there, presumably hanging out with other pigeons. Their instinct's to fly away from me if I get close or adjust in my seat, but when we're all just chilling, their feathers floof up into a ball of what looks like comfortable warmth. They slowly blink their eyes like cats and their preening care for each other is always cute. They are not graceful.