Joy and I spend a fine weekend together in Denver. You can’t tell how much fun we’re having by our expressions in the photo below, which is actually taken on Saturday’s jaunt to Boulder. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Odd thing: seconds after this photo is taken, a pigeon falls from the sky and lands on the pavement in front of us. Plop. Dead. We look up. Seated on the street light above is a very large, very black crow. We look back down. There are pigeon guts on the pavement surrounding the dead bird. We look back up. What is in that crow’s mouth? Why, it’s a pigeon foot.
Deprived of its meal, the crow has no choice but to take off. It launches into the air and is gone, pigeon foot and all.
Aside from that little bit of trauma, we have a good time in Boulder, cruising Pearl Street and soaking in a bit of the sunshine. Here are a couple pics of some of the more unusual locals: