Actually, there are some meat breeds of pigeon bred specifically for size. The giant runt is one example.
I think it would have been funnier if you had actually said the thread title to her as she was walking away with the dead bird.
Aren’t wild pigeons frequently syphilitic? Or is that just a problem when training falcons? Or was that something else entirely, maybe a dream or …
Who are you people? Why are you following me?
Are you suggesting that the great Henry VIII boinked a wild pigeon?
Because it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
Thirded.
To Serve Man…it’s a COOKBOOK!
Um, me? I haven’t eaten roadkill, I haven’t had (or wanted) a three way, I don’t like Star Wars or Firefly or Buffy and I am not amused or diverted by porn.
And yet I am a Doper. Odd, that.
I have contemplated eating feral city pigeons (and may still do this sometime), but this bird was a wild wood pigeon - in all probability no more or less dirty or diseased than any other wild animal taken for food here (such as rabbit or pheasant).
There’s enough meat on an average young pigeon for a light lunch for one - most of it is on the breast and in fact some people don’t bother plucking and drawing the birds, but just cut out the breast and discard the remainder.
I doubt the spirochetes (Treponema pallidum) that cause syphilis would survive cooking. I can’t find any references to pigeons carrying or transmitting syphilis, I do know that rabbits can incubate it though and it can’t be cultured in vitro.
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I hit a deer going 25 mph, I was actually breaking and slowing down at the time so it might have been slower than that, in a VW bug. The right fendor and headlight were totaled. The hood was a goner too but other that that the car was fine.
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We were freaked out because the deer didn’t die and it lifted its head up and looked at us, with out making a sound, as we got out of the car. That was spooky but other than that we were fine.
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I had a tire iron I could have used to finish it off but it’s stomach was all ripped open and guts were spread out and we figured it would die real soon anyways plus we were spooked as all get out as it was staring at us so we just called animal control and told them were the deer was.
BTW my friend who was riding with me has a dad that hunts, deer included, got all mad at us because we didn’t pile the deer in the back of my bug and bring it back to his house for skinning and eating. Sorry but I am not piling a deer with open stomach and guts hanging all over the place into the back of a bug.
Never eaten road kill but I’ve twatted a few pigeons in my time and once I totalled a hedgehog…quite accidentally I assure you
You’ve done what to pigeons?
Struck with a great deal of force.
For example: “He called me a “twat”, so I twatted him in the face.”
Thanks for the clarification. I was imagining actions that aren’t legal in most countries.
Hitting a deer might be okay (but I still don’t recommend it for your car), but hitting a moose can kill you. It’s the long legs - your car takes out the legs, and the body of the moose comes through the windshield. It’s really not good for anyone involved. On the other hand, moose are really good eating. (That’s the second time I’ve posted that in the last little while. Weird.)
Weirdo. 
If it was Dad in one of his old Volvos, the chances of car and occupants surviving are quite high. I don’t know if its an UL or not, but allegedly the boxy shape of old Volvos was there to cut the legs out from underneath a moose so that the body would roll over the bonnet and over the roof.
With regards finishing off the poor beast, Dad always carries around a Leatherman in the car. He would need Mum to do the slashing of the throat though, he gets pretty squeamish, as do I.
Great, now I have a mental image of a sweet ol’ Irish mum, her silver hair in a bun, wearing a blue gingham dress and carrying a small, smart black handbag. She reaches into the bag, pulls out a Leatherman, grabs the moose from behind the head and slits the throat in one swift, Rambo-like stroke. The moose struggles to bellow as streams of crimson life flow out of it’s neck and into it’s severed trachea, gurgling and filling the lungs with ichor. As the mighty moose tries one last surge to stand the sweet ol’ Irish mum lifts her pettycoat and delivers a spinning back kick, finishing it off. She dusts herself off, fixes her stockings, pulls out a small compact and readjusts her hair then sits back into the car humming “Just a Closer Walk With Thee”.
Nice image, thanks :dubious: 
Sounds like my grandmother, except I don’t think she’d ever deliver a spinning roundhouse kick whilst wearing a dress. That’d be unladylike, but some conservative slacks are just the thing…
The whole time she’d be tut-tutting the menfolk for being such wimps.
Not to mention the size of the average moose. :eek:
I was looking at the website of some WI processor and they had a shot comparing sirloins from a moose versus that of a deer. Given that a deer might be a undred fifty before processing and a moose is consider’ble bigger… yeah.
I didn’t know deer and rabbits ate roadkill? And what were you doing eating roadkill with some deer and rabbits when you could have killed them and eaten them while they were distracted?