Strolling through the park I watch the birds enjoy the sunshine. The ducks and gulls compete for crumbs from children with bags dangling from their hands, and splash their wings in the pond. Pigeons cover the ground beside the water cooing and purring, avoiding the feet of people wandering around. They crowd the path, pecking at the ground and each other, the most content creatures in the park. A man aims a kick at one stray pigeon that drifts close to him, and it avoids his foot with a deft little hop and bob of it's head. Unconcerned, unperturbed, it continues pecking and bobbing along it's way, safe in the knowledge that man is simply jealous because he can't up and soar away, like the free little bird.