Memories

two years ago i wrote this in my livejournal:

Yesterday, I was sitting on the bench at Porter Square, waiting for the train, when 3 pigeons flew up to me. They landed in front of me and started pecking around for food. There was one that looked like it was old and it had only one foot. There was just a stump at the end of his leg where the three "toes" should be. He walked around with a limp and wasn't as fast as the other 2 birds. I felt bad for him. It made me sad.

i still see pigeons that have stumps or broken wings or mangled beaks. and they still make me sad.