I think. It was definitely a pigeon, and it looked no different from any other, with some important exceptions:
its upper torso (if that’s what you call it) and head seemed to be covered only in a very short down/fuzz, it didn’t have the little red thing by its eye or the black patterns;
it seemed somewhat smaller than most pigeons
<insert Hi, Opal! here>
That’s all I have in the way of evidence. As I said, it was definitely a pigeon, so it didn’t exactly walk up to me and jump into my arms[sub]shudder[/sub] for a detailed examination[sub]shudder shudder[/sub].
And? Not being snarky or anything…I’m just wondering why it was so exciting.
I know there’s this ongoing superstition that nobody sees baby pigeons. But if this were true, squab would be an almost legendarily rare dish, rivalling suckling thylacine smothered in moa’s-egg hollandaise for scarcity. So obviously, baby pigeons must exist. And judging from the number of adult pigeons around, exist in great volume.
Well, I guess it’s because baby pigeons are hard to find, because their nests are in places unreachable by humans.
And that “Hi, Opal” thing gets really annoying…
Yes, yes, I know it’s not the most exciting thing in the world. We all knew that baby pigeons had to exist. I posted it because I remembered the column jjtm was thoughtful enough to link us too.
I saw two of the little bastards just this morning. The nesting-skills impaired parents lodged the little monsters in an overhung niche on our roof – just parked 'em there with no twigs or other surrounding protective materials. You can just make them out in the shadows. They look like little pterodactyl spawn. Here we go again, DAVEW0071.