I could never understand people who melt over hand-feeding birds. When a flock of feral city pigeons is hungry (which is always), the cheekiest ones hop onto my forearms, eat straight from my bag of peanuts, and constantly get in the way when I'm trying to feed hooded crows. I can't shoo them away or hurt them because I don't want my corvid friends drawing any unnecessary conclusions. If I ever intentionally feed the pigeons, we play a sort of tug-of-war with peanuts: I hold the kernels between my fingers, and the pigeons try to snatch them. https://files.catbox.moe/0oyz0c.webm I noticed that one of the pigeons sitting on my forearm had a mild case of stringfoot. It happens to them fairly often, a lot of pigeons lose toes that way. I grabbed the bird and spent about five minutes trying to untangle the thread. Unfortunately, I wasn't carrying my Leatherman, which has pretty decent scissors (for a multitool, at least). I'll have to put it back in my EDC. On my way home, I was waiting at a traffic light when some random pigeon walked up to me, alone and without the rest of its flock. It gave me a few looks, seemed to recognize me, flew up, and perched on my hand. It didn't stay long once it realized I didn't have any peanuts on me. This was across Lunacharsky Street, so it was actually a little way from Kharitonovsky Garden, where I normally feed the birds.