It was a hot day in the park. It had been hot for a few days and the grass had lost its emerald luster. But it was a beach park, so who can blame the grass? All that salt air and everything.
So anyway, there it was. Plopped on the ground. Pooped outta its pigeon plumage (which was quite pretty, by the way, toasty pate and black tail tips and all that).
I wanted to take a picture of my foot next to it, so I crept closer and closer, snapping pooped pigeon pix along the way. My next picture would have included my foot, but as soon as I snapped this one, off it flew.
Oh poo.
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