While boarding the Tiburon-San Francisco ferry to begin my commute home last night, a pigeon also hopped on board. As we ferried across the bay, the bird walked around the cabin investigating everything. It even hopped up onto an empty chair, and investigated the table in front of it.
Near the end of the ride, it had resigned itself to strutting back and fourth near the entrance of the cabin, and then stopped to take a poop. When it turned around after pooping (to continue with its pacing), it spotted the poop out of the corner of its eye, and plunged its head down to peck at it. Only when the bird’s face was half a centimeter away did it realize that the stuff was its own poop and not a piece of food that magically appeared during the poop break, and it recoiled.
When the ferry landed at the San Francisco Ferry Building, the pigeon sneaked straight off the boat without turning in a ticket! Those Marin birds; they get tired of the Sam’s Anchor Cafe scene and decide to visit San Francisco, but they’re too lazy to fly over so they take the ferry. Then they strut around like they own the place and take a dump on the floor before leaving without paying. They’re all the same.