Way past it’s former glory days, the concrete barracks of the steel-city are no longer at a hundred percent occupancy. Many of the quarters, mostly first floor ones have been long vacated. These empty kitchens with broken windows thus often become perfect nesting spaces for the pigeons.

The pigeons therefore thrive, fly around less and sit around more mirroring the lifestyle of other residents. The result of this, has been a bunch of healthy pigeons. The other day, when I was returning from the saloon (what we call a barber-shop), there were a bunch of them sitting on the street doing who knows what? Perhaps a game of cards. As I cycled past them, they tried to fly away, and I say T R I E D because one was right in front of me and it was the laziest attempts at flying I’ve ever witnessed. 

So, thanks to the pijon who inspired me to animate after months of writing code and I hope you never see this because I prefer my head/shoulders/mouth clean.