“Oh, look at the pigeons!” cried Bunny as he ran on ahead around one corner of the building. Here was a plaza and here and there were statues of famous men on pedestals. Flying in the air overhead or flocking down on the sidewalk to pick up grains and nuts scattered by bird-lovers were scores of pigeons. They were so tame that one of them flew down on a man’s arm and picked grains of wheat from his open hand.