so a few days ago i sat down for dinner and my mom handed me the camera with a strange look on her face. all she said was “you need to see this” and i was like ?? okay
but then
that is my dad with a pigeon on his head.
SO OF COURSE MY REACTION WAS JUST “WHAT?! HOW??? HOW” and APPARENTLY when my dad was outside gardening, he saw it land on the roof of our house. and then it just. flew down. and landed on his head
BUT NOW IT WON’T LEAVE
like the other morning i stepped outside to call my dad in for lunch and the pigeon was just sitting on the front porch watching him work
When I was younger, like 7-8 years old, I remember watching a tv show and this black guy ran from the cops. I looked back at my dad and was like “if he didn’t do anything wrong why did he run” my dad was like “running doesn’t always mean guilt. it usually means fear. If you saw a wild animal charging towards you would you run or would you stand still? It’s the same thing here.” and I truly didn’t understand what he meant until recently.
