I ate outside of the subway station, sitting on an iron bench and watching a small green commons, idling noticing the different kind of pigeons that were poking in the grass.
A man came along with a cart into which one might normally put their groceries if they were carrying them home. But he brought out bags of bread crumbs and spread them out for the birds. And now I could see the real pecking order of the gulls, for suddenly the big white ones flew in and the others hopped aside to let them finish before they proceeded to get their fill.
I didn't ever see the load it was pulling.
I watched the rope snap forward and back.
The tug didn't seem to be making any progress. I began to wonder what size of load it was carrying.
But when in Vancouver, it is not a good idea to stand and watch too long, for there is too much to see.
Still I had to take a picture to prove to myself that there was a little yellow tug and that it didn't seem to get too far.