"Some worship doves, some wait for hunting season to come around. I guess perception can be a bit biased." Matt broke crumbs from the bread in the bag and tossed them out to the gathering pigeons.
"Maybe they're worth the attention, the pigeons. Maybe they aren't. But how would you feel if your species was ignored?" It was a general question with no judgement. And he wasn't expecting an answer.
"I was always more partial to bluejays, myself. When I was much younger there was one that lived on the stairs above ours outside. We were in an apartment, so we had one of those fire ladders that lead to the alley. I could always hear the jays. They were very protective of their space. They reminded me a little of my father. He was a fighter, too."