As I recall, there’s some sort of imponderable floating around about the absence of baby pigeons (might even have been a Cecil column).
Well, this evening I was walking through the parking structure at work, heading home, and heard a peeping sound above me. There was a pigeon nest built in the pipes hanging from the ceiling, and a mother pigeon was feeding a baby. Cute litte grey fluffy thing.
So they do exist.
(National Lampoon once had an article called “Disquieting Thoughts”, and their answer to why you don’t see any baby pigeons: the ones you see *are * the babies. Full grown pigeons are roc-sized carnivores.)