Don’t feed the pigeons!

Today, in a small park near the Cibernarium, I have seen two seagulls devouring the remains of a pigeon.
I couldn’t restrain from a sight of satisfaction.

I like nature, I like animals, I loved the dog that was living with us and I regularly visit the almond-tree we planted on her burial place.

But I don’t stand pigeons. I did celebrate the decree of Venezia municipality establishing the decapitation of hundreds of such beasts.

And I always try to dissuade parents, and especially grandparents, to accustom children to give food to those birds. It’s an unhealthy behaviour bringing disorder, filthiness and above all, more pigeons.

Homer Simpson is my hero

There are several features which bring together me and Homer. His wife’s name is Marge, their dog is probably a greyhound, and above all we have a similar attitude towards life.

He is lazy, and on my business card I mentioned idler as specialization.

He does not contribute much to house cleaning; my task at home is wash dishing….within a 48 hours deadline.

He doesn.t bother with his personal care. I do not own a comb from the age of 14.

Of course, I have not is thoughtlessness (despreocupación in castellano, very interesting word) and his heavy levity, but I am working on it.

simpson