This morning, Edith and I were on the porch Facetiming with my aunt when a flock of pigeons suddenly took off from the yard and flew over the roof above us. Except that one pigeon missed the roof, flew into the porch instead, smacked into the living room window at full speed, and then executed a quick turn and flew off in the other direction at a wobbly tilt.
I can’t stop laughing about it — the way he was all “woohoo, part of the gang, here we go!” and then just…whiffed it in the most embarrassing possible way right out of the gate. And then the way he immediately flew off like he meant to do it, the way a drunk person falls over and then tries to pass it off like she just decided to sit on the bar floor all of a sudden.
I just really relate to this pigeon.