Yes, I've seen them do this about a thousand times before. I don't care. It's still a miracle, every single time. It occurred to me that when we respond to the ordinary crud of life by wallowing in resentment and self-pity, we're apt to over look what joy we should be noticing. Of course, we don't see it that way.
Nobody wants to admit to wallowing in resentment and self-pity.
Instead, we elevate the ordinary crud to the level of High Crimes and Misdemeanours, so that the wallow looks more in proportion and less like a wallow. And if it hadn't been for the pigeons, I'd probably have gone on wallowing, snapping at my best-beloved and being generally a miserable person to be around. The only credit I can take is for being willing to notice things like pigeons. It wasn't what I wanted. It may in fact have been something that was objectively wrong and bad and all that.