In honor of my trip to California at the end of the week, here’s a lost and lonely leftover from last year’s stop in Santa Monica.
I wonder if these birds have any idea that this wasn’t technically lost at all or if their little peabrains can’t distinguish between food they had to fight for and food that’s thrown at them for human amusement. Or not even amusement but, like, human pathetic-attempt-at-companionship.
But I like feeding the birds as much as the next gal.
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