The Fittest Survives…

Treading upon the void deck this morning was refreshingly delightful; I could find no litter or clutter lying around–kudos to the cleaners! Sauntering towards the lift, on my left, I sighted numerous pigeons ravenously pecking up grains of food scattered over the greensward abutting upon the concrete walkway, perpendicularly against the rear of the block of flats. Pausing to look closely, my gaze rested upon a ferruginous pigeon making an assaulting pecking to ward off a dark feathered pigeon from threatening its breakfast fill. What a sight of the fittest survives!

nom de plume


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