"On Van Ness Avenue near Pacific, I watched as a pigeon walked, yes walked, across four lanes of traffic and the median for a bounty consisting of exactly one tortilla chip, only to have it intercepted by a gull in the final inches. Vermin just can't get an even break anymore, and I'm not talking about term limits. In San Francisco, where the most creative men and women have migrated like swallows to Capistrano for decades, we've found only a few words to describe our much reviled pigeon population. Appellations range from winged rats, to rats with wings, to my favorite - Flying Rats. Get the picture?" Heart of the City 03/12/02

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