I often hear people call pigeons “rats with wings.” And while they are considered vermin in an urban habitat, maybe like the rat, they’re quite clever after all.
Take this brace of pigeons huddled at at the Madison and Wabash L station. They could gather anywhere, but have wisely chosen to enjoy the heat lamp, while simultaneously spreading a layer of fresh, slippery poop on the wooden slats around them, ensuring they won’t be disturbed by any paying passengers who might seek a break from winter’s chill. They’ve marked their territory, and are prepared to defend it in the most disgusting way possible.
The question remains— which one of them figured out how to press the button to turn on the heaters?