712 The Alameda, Berkeley March 10, 1980 In the past two weeks the mob of city pigeons has started coming to my feeding tray almost daily. They follow the two white larks in and crowd the tray like a bunch of bozos, occasionally tripping the stick and catching themselves. On several occasions Beth has felt obliged to trip the trap to keep them out. When they come around—even just a couple of birds—the doves retreat from the tray and hang back a few feet away, or fly off.