Redpill me on pigeons.
Redpill me on pigeons
they are doves.
Rats with wings.
Why
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You scam them
Because they are everywhere, have invaded every city, and people feed them. Why?
>melt off feet with own shit
They are vile and filthy creatures
someone post the pidgeon webm of them getting sucked into a grain funnel or something. its oddly compelling
One of the oldest domestic animals and oldest long distance communication systems.
They are doves and sound peaceful. I feed pidgeons in my yard
Not much to say. They are extremely adaptive, very resistant to bird flu, and are only a threat to extremely immuncompromised people (fecal dust).
They are at worst a mild inconvenience.
City Pigeons are the niggers of the bird world.
>dirty and shit everywhere
>gibmedat attitude
>struts about
>chimps in a mass flock when it sees something it wants
>pigeons eat chicken
pigeons are cannibals
Even chickens eat chicken. No shit pigeons do.
They are lovely creatures
my father breeds them and uses them for pigeon races, sometimes he sells the offsprings too, the pigeon is a smart animal since he is always able to find his home, but pretty stupid overall, the city one doesn't really damage so much apart from the shit
That was fucking amazing.
City pigeons are often missing toes, take a look at them sometime. Someone did a study and concluded it was from human hair. It blows around, gets caught on their toes, they can't get it off, goodbye toe.
I also worked with a woman who had a convenient phobia of pigeons. We had an annual outdoor event we used to put on, it took place on a beach pier that had pigeons. That woman used to get out of having to work it due to her phobia. That, and coworkers who suffered from things like "sinus headaches" made me decide that if I ever had to work in an office like that again, I'd make up some bullshit phobia or chronic health issue early on that I could then use whenever I wanted as a "get out free" card.
One time I touched ones wing tip as it was flying away from a bench
ed boy
One time I found one with a broken wing on my porch and I fed it to my rats. They fucking love bird.
>ate' feral pigeons
>luv' wood pigeons
Simple as