Molly Taylor

It looks like the birds can sense my fear of them. The first run-in with with a pigeon was while resting my tired feet. I think that they automatically assume you have food when you sit down. They are like dogs begging for food. The pigeon walked over to where I was sitting and just looked at me, like dogs do but with sad eyes. I couldn't tell if it was sad but I knew it was asking for something. This has happened more than once. Although I have learned that if you pretend like you are kicking it they fly away for a little while. The next time was today, after our tour of the Roman Baths. We were taking shelter from the rain under an archway waiting for the group to gather. All of a sudden I turn around and a pigeon, flying towards me, looks like it is about to land on my head, you know, feet out front, wings spread, and flapping wildly. This is when I scream and dodge the pigeon and say "I hate birds." Then I look around me and a group walking by is laughing at me. I guess these people are used to pigeons. MAYBE the last week of this trip I will become used to them. As of right now, it's not looking so good.