"Are you trying to be friends with that bird?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I used to have a bird that I trained to go up on my finger."
I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds. I had put them in my pocket earlier in the day when I was playing with Rommel.
"Here," I said and poured my handful of seeds into his hand, "It'll like these a lot I bet."
He was really surprised and grateful. "I've been trying to use grit," he told me and held up his other hand to show me a couple crumbs of grit. "But I bet it'll like the seeds a lot better."
I gave him a couple bucks, too, simply because he had the heart to befriend a pigeon along the side of the expressway.