Not pigeons on the streets, but seagulls. Perched on overflowing city bins, surveying their unsuspecting prey. Who was more startled, them or her?
She contemplated an article called Seagulls In The City for the local paper - you know, after the shock of seeing them there.
In her next house, seagulls peppered her garden. Flew overhead, squawking, battling, dancing on the ground to wake up the worms.
On the move - again. Like a seagull heading for its sea.