Pigeons. Those flying rats

the other day I was waiting for my S-Bahn at Rennweg and was watching the behaviour of pigeons on the tracks. They are quite bold, and scavenge around until the very last minute possible when the the train came snorting in before lazily taking flight and going either up, or on the platform, to get out of the way. The next day, I was in the same spot, off in my mental happy place. This is where commuters, I being no exception, go whilst waiting. Also recognised as the condition of being off in space. I noticed a wing sticking up above the track. Some morbid curiosity compelled me to move closer to the edge to look. So one bird didn't accurately judge train speed. I wonder about the pigeons here. Somewhere along the line, they've sunk in my estimation from European local colour and charm to being annoyances. Could have been being shat on (but that was Karma. I howled with laughter when CK got shit-bombed; less than a week later it was my turn. In my latte, no less. Then on my leg. Or maybe my attitude changed after being smacked in the head on several occassions by strong, beating wings as they take off. I've also had my hair combed a few times by befouled bird feet when the landing gear hasn't been raised yet in flight. They're either not good judges of speed/velocity of approaching trains and/or people, or, they simply don't care if their unmanicured toenails rake my head. So I'm not too troubled by a dead one.
However, there was a spate, last spring, of dead birds on the streets. I still can't figure it out. There's a carcass in our garden courtyard which interests Hazuki greatly, and periodically on the street I see one that's reached the end of its natural life, but last spring I saw 2-5 new corpses daily. The question is--was something in bloom that enticed them and then made them drunk or high and unable to avoid cars? Or made them fall over dead? It was weird. Nothing says winter's over like a spate of dead pigeons. Hmmm...