The other day, early morning, I saw a gang fight. It lasted only a few seconds but was relatively violent...for a gang fight of its type. Fortunately no blood was lost, only a few feathers. Oh, did I mention the fact that the gang fight was between a few birds? Yah. A group of fat pigeons who had nothing better to do 7.30am in the morning. A group of fat-ass pigeons gathered around , split into two gangs and looking at each other intidimatingly. Then the leader of one of the gangs launched the first attack by pecking. There was an uproar and everyone screeched and squawked and pecked and scratched and smacked their wings in other people's (birds') faces. The best attack came from a grey-winged fat-ass pigeon with a birthmark below its eye. He stretched out his leg and clawed at the opponent and pecked the latter hard in the bird-butt. The victim gave an extra loud squawk and flew to the top of a roof. Seeing their leader retreating, the others in his gang flapped away noisily to tend to the wounds of him while the other victorious gang aimed loud-pitched truimphant squawks at the losers.
After receiving an edible underwear on my birthday, bird gang fights don't surprise me anymore. Hahaha.
(Btw it really happened ok! Both the bird fight and the underwear thing. Thanks to Naga and co for giving me the gift. Haha.)
jam scribbled at 7:04 PM
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update more often! haha and thatnks for climbing the stairs all the waaay up to the lib to pass us food the other day :D. that explains why ure always so thin heh.
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