There are Pigeons on Camp Bondsteel, and I don't know if I've ever seen pigeons as fat as these. They are really waddly and they just walk around bobbing their heads in whatever manner that pigeons do.
I have a strange desire to catch one and squeeze it. Not so much the other birds, just the pigeons. Every so often if you catch me at the right time, you may even witness me running after them. They always fly off though.
I bet if I creep up on them all quiet like, I can probably nab one. But that wouldn't be good preventive medicine practices on my part.
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