He is feeding the pigeons. They are following him. He is happy about it. He may be feeding them. He's done this before; he's not afraid of the chickens. This is some plaza somewhere, maybe in Wisconsin or Mexico. It's a sunny spot because of his hat. It must be a farm because the chickens are following him. He's holding some kind of container in his left hand. His name is Felix, he raises chicken for a living and sells them, he's trying to get his families to where they're supposed to be. He's passing time on a school day-- he should be at school, he's skipping class. He's probably out. He dreams about quittin' time.