There was this homeless overweight native American, walking down Alaska Way along the waterfront under the viaduct. That was not so amazing and horrifying.
But he had a pair of live pigeons tied to pieces of string, and he was walking them like dogs. Sort of. As he was walking behind them, he would kick them. They would fly up in a short arc, splat down on the sidewalk, and struggle back up to it's feet, at which point it would get kicked again. They were very obvously Not Doing Well.
I was just, utterly gobsmacked flabbergasted.
The person I was walking with said "I've never felt sorry for a pigeon before..."
If they had been cats or dogs, I would have been on the phone to the cops and over the street and in his face, taking the animals away from him.
Still, OMFG WTF?!