One day last fall, as I was walking to the community garden, I passed a couple of guys with spray cans on the sidewalk. Being the nosy Nancy that I am, I asked them as charmingly as possible what they were doing. They said they were hired by the city to beautify the wall with a mural. I told them, “That’s fantastic!” and carried on my way. A few days later, I happened upon the wall again, and this is what I saw.
Dying pigeons? My best interpretation is that this is God killing pigeons with flower power. This is a strange way to say welcome to the neighborhood, which is not to say I don’t approve. On the contrary, this is EXACTLY the kind of thing I approve of. What’s your interpretation? I’m dying to know.