Birds of a Feather

January 9, 2012

I don’t know what it is with me and my fascination with birds – particularly when I’m on my way to work. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I’m just waking up, imagining everyone (and thing) else is also just starting out their day.

When I saw these guys perched on the streetlamp, I immediately looked over to the Illinois Centennial Monument – which is where I normally expect them to congregate. But when I glanced over, the monument was bare.

Looking back up at the pigeons, I imagined them saying to one another: Fuck that place. We don’t hang out there anymore.

I don’t know why I anthropomorphize these guys like I do. Maybe it’s due to old episodes of Goodfeathers (although they were actually my least favorite bit from Animaniacs).

Another view of the group, chill-axing on the streetlight. I made very sure to not walk underneath them, just in case any of them got any smart ideas.