Pigeons on the grass, alas
Last week I was down in Zilker Park at the Barton Springs Pool. It was 72 degrees. The area has wireless, believe it or not. All afternoon I sat with the sound of the steady splash of people swimming laps in the spring.
They sell pigeon and duck food. The pigeons are fat and tame, and crowded fearlessly closer and closer until finally they ate out of my hand. They pressed their smooth breasts against the curves of my fingers and only pinched a bit.