Let me just start by saying that in Barcelona (and other cities I've seen in Spain), there are PIDGEONS everywhere. I'm not talking your few random wanderers, I'm talking hundreds of pigeons. You would think that the pigeon is the national bird...in case you are wondering though, its actually the Crested Caracara. Feel free to Wikipedia it for more random knowledge. Anyway, something I have noticed over the last two moths is that these winged friends are fearless of humans, much to my surprise. They barely flinch whey you walk by. Ladies and gents, that's operant conditioning at its best (at least, I think that's what I remember from Psychology 1001).
The main plaza here, Plaza Catalunya, is inundated with pigeons.So I guess I have to rephrase what I said...USUALLY, when 5 years olds aren't running at the pigeons they stay put. In a non-creepy way, this is one of my favorite things to see while people watching...kids running at pigeons. It is incredible how overwhelmed with joy they get when running at the birds. Wish I was still this easily amused.
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