The last pigeon conference I crashed was in San Sebastian Park, Cuenca, Ecuador.
Walking through these San Juan Del Sur birds,a few take flight, but most continue eating scraps thrown out by the restaurant’s kitchen help, undeterred by my interruption .
Food is one of those common denominators math teachers draw on their board before a class of hungry teenagers just before the lunch bell. Food keeps us living souls alive.
These pigeon’s need to eat is greater than their distrust of humans.
When i pass through them, they close ranks and finish their meal.
It is as if I was never here.