Does anyone actually want to read a 250-word blog post about pigeons? Probably not, but here we are. The balcony of my room has been forcefully taken over by a single brown pigeon. Every time I go out there, there it is, perched up on the AC unit in the corner. Although nothing will ever rival my fear of the campus geese, this brown pigeon comes close. Every time I feel its beady little eyes on m, I get a chill down my spine, and the pigeon knows this. I swear. One night, I decided to FaceTime one of my friends from the states. Since it was late, I decided to sit out on my balcony in case I was too loud. That was the mistake. I got outside, shut the door, and sat down on a chair. The minute I was fully settled into my seat, surrounded by darkness, my ears were suddenly plagued with the sound of ruffling feathers and incoherent cooing. The brown pigeon that owns my balcony flew down from its spot, and I almost fell out of my seat from fear. Not even two days later, that same pigeon was terrorizing another pigeon on the balcony.

Everywhere I go, pigeons. I’m only scared of the pigeon on my balcony so the other ones I come across don’t scare me, it I still do my best to put substantial distance between us. Except for one pigeon. One of the other students, Grace, and I decided to go to Aphrodite’s Secret for yet another nut haul. On our way there, we came across an injured pigeon. To our dismay, there wasn’t much we could do. We popped into a nearby bar and got it water, and also had a man move the pigeon out of the street and to the shade for us. Moment of silence for the street pigeon.

-Olivia R.