The moment Harry takes a seat on the park bench, his favorite flock of pigeons swarm around him. They love the seed he always tucks away in his jacket pockets, but more than that they love his kindness.
Harry is very grateful for the pleasure of their company, especially since losing his wife of fifty-eight years. He's quite convinced the one that sits on his knee is his wife's way of letting him know she's nearby. Harry can often be heard cooing back to her.
For Illustration Friday: Swarm
I tried for a very loose and soft touch today...for Harry♥