Pigeons

Imagine never having seen pigeons before, or never having been aware of them at least, and then all of a sudden you're rolling down the sidewalk in your stroller and there are a whole clutch of 'em, regular city pigeons with their mottled gray and their bloodshot eyes and their zippy bobbing gait, and the pigeons are scrabbling around as pigeons do, pecking at the ends of a bag of bread someone's dumped out for this express purpose (though why they do that I really don't know, who wants a bunch of pigeons and wet bread ends, if it rains, sitting in front of your steps) anyway, the pigeons are cooing and pecking and fluttering and arguing with each other, and there you are in your stroller in the thick of it, well, you'd probably be excited too, so excited your toes would point and your arms would flap and you'd make little pigeon noises, just to join in the fun.