Pigeons teach us territories in the way they mark theirs, their cooing soft yet determined, circling the perimeter in act of ownership. They don't attract attention to themselves to keep judgment prowess of humans out of their business, and if one does catch peripheral sight of an observing human, they crane their necks upright and flank a defence queue. But, the low-key rogue birds are sparrows; tiny yet clever, infiltrating noiselessly, naive and coy, side-eye flutter, demure hops into the ring of fire unscathed. While the pigeons peck their kin to bruises to rule over a heap of crumbs, brown doe-feet ninjas feed and collect off scatters, having secured the day`s bounty on wings of cunning escape.