I dislike pigeons when they fly into my house looking for a place to roost. I hate them when they lay eggs in my balcony. I dislike having to clean up their poo from my floor. I think they are smelly, I think they are dirty. I am convinced the world would be a better place without them in it.
And yet, when I encounter the same pigeons in public spaces, everything changes. They force me to pause and smile. They compel me to whip out my camera and snap a few pictures. They fill the heart with joy.
Many more pigeon posts here