The last pigeon conference I crashed was in San Sebastian Park, Cuenca, Ecuador.

Walking through these San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua pigeons,a few take flight as I move into their ranks, but most continue eating scraps thrown out by the restaurant’s kitchen help, undeterred by my interruption .

Food is one of those common denominators math teachers draw on their board before a class of hungry teenagers just before the lunch bell. Food keeps us living souls living.

These pigeon’s need to eat is greater than their distrust of humans.

After i pass through them, they close ranks and finish their meal.

It is as if I was never here.


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