Photo and title by James. We are what we eat, y’all!
I can’t stop looking at this image. This, plus the negative NYT review of Jonathan Safran Foer’s Go Veg book (which changed Natalie Portman’s life, just like The Shins) I read mere minutes before receiving this photo has given me a lot to think about today. I’d call it “food for thought,” but that’d be way too much of a mindfuck.
21 thoughts on “The Final Taboo Broken at Mission and Van Ness”
A friend of mine said that he decided to become vegetarian because he witnessed a scene exactly like this.
Im not sure pigeons are the best role models.
And really, who doesnt love a bit of rotisserie?
I used to see this on 6th street. One often thinks of oneself as solid and somewhat unflappable, but then one sees a pigeon eating a chicken wing.
6th street pigeons are the illest. I used to watch them eat junkie vomit as well.
once I ate chicked sandwich with fried egg. I thought that was pretty fucked up of me.
Pigeons and chickens aren’t very closely related at all. No closer than humans and sheep, for example.
I’ve heard about people like you.
Holy hell, your comments are retarded and annoying.
Loads and loads of birds eat other birds.
Hawks, Falcons, Crows, Owls…
Who invited the buzzkills to my Weirded Out By Birds Party?
Once witnessed on Jones St:
Pigeon 1: roadkill. Pigeon’s last meal had been corn.
Pigeon 2: standing over carcass of Pigeon 1, eating the corn.
corn corn chicken and corn!…the Colonel for chicken and the Colonel for corn!
Pigeons would eat their own rotting feet if hungry enough….
one could only hope. I swear this one pigeon I saw who had the lower scaled section of their leg almost completely severed was thinking about it as he hobbled about.
A crow was eating a pigeon atop the telephone pole at 16th and Guerrero and a severed, bloody wing gently floated down, coming to rest near my feet.
My gawd! The same was at the foot of my bed!