I was waiting at the train station the other day watching the pigeons mull around as a big group, aimlessly pecking at the ground for food. I happened to have some bread from my lunch left over, so I broke it into tiny pieces in my hand. I tossed one little bit out, then another. No pigeons took notice immediately. Then, a couple astute birds noticed and started walking toward me. By the time they had walked half the distance, the entire flock suddenly exploded into the air and toward me, flanking the original 2 or 3 pigeons and fighting aggresively for the bread as I tossed it out.
Now, a normal person may see this as simply "feeding the birds." But being a doomer, I see this and other natural interactions between groups of animals as an insight into the activities of groups of people competing for limited/scarce food. Watching those pigeons made me shiver with fear at the thought of similar circumstances when resources become scarce.
Meanwhile, I keep playing jazz.


