So, here’s the thing. In Waikiki, we had wonderful breakfasts on an upper level of the hotel that was open to nature. Pigeons joined us and walked around the floor, picking up crumbs dropped by innocent diners and looking for handouts. My cousin hates pigeons. I love pigeons. So, I started feeding them. They were so sweet and adorable. She finally stopped telling me to quit feeding them because I wouldn’t. The birds weren’t pushy and the servers didn’t bother them at all and were careful not to nudge, or step on them. My cousin calls them, “flying rats.” My cousin and I have our issues, as you can imagine. But…life’s like that and freedom is what it’s all about…she’s free to NOT feed them and I’m free to FEED them as much as I like and I do, cuz I’m crazy about them. 🙂 See that’s the thing…just because someone doesn’t like what’s going on, doesn’t mean the person has the right to stop others from doing it. She sees disease and I see beautiful birds. It’s all about personal vision. Aloha.