I loved to watch the pigeons fly.
A man kept dozens of pigeons on the roof of his building.
He opened the door to their "pigeon house", and then...swoosh!
They all took off and flew in formation all over the city.
And as if by magic, they reappeared when their owner waved a towel (or blanket...maybe it was his turban!) in a circular motion.
One big swirling mass returned to the cage.
This occurred once per day about sunset.
I guess this Afghan raised and sold pigeons.
I wondered whether pigeons still delivered air mail messages.
There was something poetic and beautiful about pigeons flying.
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND PIGEONS