They’re everywhere.
As seen on Market Street. Mid-Market, actually, home of boarded-up storefronts and empty newsboxes, for some reason. Look at these boids strutting around on the “Champs-Élysées of the West” like they own the place.
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I, for one, welcome our new avian overlords. (Actually, maybe not. Histoplasmosis, cryptococcosis, and psittacosis - the risk of contracting those conditions is something to consider before cleaning up after these flying rats.)
Maybe we’ll get the birth control thing figured out one of these days, but probably not.
All Hail King Pigeon.
