I stand on the balcony. A pigeon arrived and sat on the perimeter. I look at the pigeon, the pigeon looks at me. We have a mutual interest. We look at each other. I think nature is the greatest creator. To create something living, beautiful and nothing unnecessary! Per the pigeon thought the same thing... I smoked, the pigeon demonstrably turned away and flew away.
Morals: pigeons despise smokers.