There was this pigeon that had laid an egg at my window, while studying every time I paced in the room it stared at me as if I was some predator about to attack it. It's unnerving stare kept moving with me as I paced from left to right, after a point I left my book and just kept walking to see how it reacted to me sans the foreign object in my hands. It still appeared to be afraid, so I got my sketchbook and painted the pigeon, when I got back to the room after finishing the sketch it was gone. I feel bad that I threatened it in such a manner, maybe it was watching me, more than I was observing it.
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