I got up fairly early this morning and decided to spy on my neighbors as they went about their Saturday morning business. (I did feel like quite a stalker.) Bangkok is busy on the weekends – laundry, cooking, shopping, cleaning, fixing cars, making deliveries – and the view from my balcony is fantastic. (And yes, the pigeons tried to attack me again. They’re evil.) Enjoy all of my Saturday morning pictures here @ Photographic Daydream.
I’ll Let You Eat My Friends Part 2
My previous post explored the minds of third graders as they contemplated food chains… I now bring you even more hilarious letters written from the perspectives of predators and their prey, courtesy of my fellow third grade teacher Robin and her clever students (who are way funnier than mine).
I’ll Let You Eat My Friends
As a part of our science unit on food chains, I had my third graders write letters from the perspectives of predators and their prey. The results (as usual) were amusing, clever, and brutally honest.
Only the misspellings have been fixed for ease of reading. The rest is 100% kid.
Pigeons: Harbingers of Evil
That’s right, I said pigeons. They’re evil.
Don’t try to argue, this kid will prove you wrong.
But this isn’t about you or that kid, this is about the Evil that has infiltrated my balcony and my life.
I’ve never liked pigeons much. Aside from the fact that they are dirty, disease-ridden birds, pigeons have absolutely no qualms about attacking innocents (which we learned from the great Alfred Hitchcock), and they will look right at you with those beady yellow eyes while they do it. (Their EYES are YELLOW. That’s a sign right there.)
Trivia: The most enormous (and correspondingly the most evil) pigeons are found in London’s Trafalgar Square.
This pigeon of which I speak is the very same pigeon that yesterday tried to peck his way through a glass door and into my apartment. Oh sure, he tried to cover his intentions with what he clearly thought was an innocent coo, but I knew what he was up to. Immediately I ran for cover (and my camera) while coming up with an escape plan, but the demon’s supersonic hearing kicked in and he flew away to the next balcony. I was safe… or so I thought.
The demon returned. For a while he hid out sniper-style on the balcony across the way, consorting with his pigeon friends and plotting other ways to torture me. This particular pigeon sensed my fear and returned to my balcony again and again, cooing his evil coo and flapping his enormous wings. Finally night fell and I thought the psychological warfare was over…
But this morning, there he was, the Devil’s Spawn himself, waiting on my balcony. He was just biding his time until I was sitting on my couch, leisurely eating Special K and daydreaming about a pigeon-free day.
If only my life were that simple.