Yesterday evening, when I got done with all of my work and such and I was in the kitchen, working on the food situation with my husband, we looked out the window and saw a stinking miraculous sight.

I swear, it was way cooler than it's going to look on your computer screen.

We have these plant pot bottoms that we prop up on tables and fill with water for the birds and there were something like fifteen robins, all drinking water at the same time, kind of like this:

Like this, except that our robins aren't scrawny like these ones, they are ginormous and fat. And we had two birdbaths full instead of just the one.

Oh, and our birdbaths aren't nice like this one, they are ghetto. Like us.

Anyhow, it was so pretty, you could almost throw up. Really. Like watching puppies playing with kittens on a rainbow. Then, these two pigeons came walking along. We love these pigeons because they live in the crabapple tree in our front yard and they are in love. For realz.

So they come walking along (they frequently walk around the yard as a pair, and they look like they're talking to each other), and they stand there, staring at all of the robins drinking water. I heard the one pigeon say to the other pigeon, "Crap. We walked all the way back here, and those stupid robins are hogging all of the water. Should we eat their faces off?" Then, the other pigeon would say, "Now, darling, calm down. Remember the last time you tried to eat someone's face off and then halfway through, you remembered that YOU'RE A PIGEON. No teeth." And then they looked at each other and chuckled.

That last part was a lie. They didn't actually talk, they just stared at the robins for a few minutes and then walked (sadly) away. I think they were sad. It's hard to tell with pigeons.

So, yeah, my evening was pretty magical.