The Pigeon Whisperer

There is a homeless woman that lives on our street. The fact that she lives there does not really bother me. Her 8 shopping carts (seriously, 8 shopping carts) filled with recyclables and garbage does not really bother me. At least she is a "green" homeless person and doing her part to improve the environment by recyclying. Don't get me wrong, I wish her and all her shit wasn't there, but I can somewhat deal with it.

However, she feeds the pigeons and this pisses me off more than words can say. I loathe birds. I hate anything that flies. I especially hate pigeons - they are rats with wings. Seriously, rats with effen wings. I once asked her (I was a little snarky), "CAN YOU PLEASE NOT FEED THE PIGEONS" and she started yelling at me, wailing her hands and feet, much like Chandler:

 click link ----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGeQJyMGOtM

She was yelling at me in Spanish, so I just quickly walked back to my apartment and then turned around, all tough now that I made it home, and threw up my arms and yelled "REALLY? REALLY?" and then quickly went inside because well, I am not going to lie, I was scared.

Pigeon = rats with wings

Today, she is back. People call the cops on her from time to time, she she shuffles her shit around a 3 block radius. And this morning, all of her shit was back on our street, oh happy joy. When I walked past her, she glared at me as she has every day since the arm and leg flaring incident. I then noticed that she was cutting up food for her pet pigeons - SHE HAS 2 PIGEONS SHE KEEPS IN CAGES. I repeat, she keeps not one but TWO pigeons in 2 cages, as pets. Pigeons as pets. WTF. Did I also mention she has 2 cats as well. Why does a homeless person need pets?