First the obvious and most deserving pit. Whatever waste of genetic material that thought this would be funny. The fitting punishment of course would be to paint him purple and dump him in the middle of Central Park. Preferably with something particularly indelible that won’t wear off for a few weeks.
Second. Taking it to a wildlife rehabilitator. It’s a rat with wings for og’s sake. Put it out of its misery. The other 250,000 won’t miss it for long. Maybe if it were something whose numbers were in danger. But a pigeon? I don’t think so.
Bonus pitting! Whatever idjit thought this was worthy of national news.
Before I clicked on the link I was certain this was a very weak nonsensical pitting about a poster I’d never heard of called “Purple Pigeon” because it TOTALLY sounds like a username.
But now… wow, that news (or “news” depending on your perspective) is wrong on so many consecutive levels I think we may have a new record.
I would simply like to note that the title of that page is “Purple Pigeon Courier Times Now”. I suppose courier pigeons would be easier to spot if they were purple.
When I was little, I used to visit my grandparents from west Texas, who were then in San Francisco, CA. My grandfather and I would feed the pigeons in Golden Gate park and then, just before we left, I would catch a couple of them and he’d put them in a shoe box to take home. My grandmother would wring their necks, pluck them and cook them in a stew. That there is good Texas eatin’!
Does that constitute animal cruelty or just resourceful recycling?
Later, I used to catch pigeons that landed on my dog’s food bowl on the porch and I’d feed the birds to my boa constrictor. I don’t usually tell people about this.
BTW, I can still catch a pigeon off the street with my bare hands.
Squicked! What a good word. It kinda sounds like what happens to the pigeon with the boa constrictor.
The snake was in a big tank (he was over 6 ft. long) and I’d toss the bird in there. The pigeon would be perched on the snake’s tail, looking worried about being stuck in a box which, of course, was the least of his problems. While the bird’s eyes darted around, looking for escape from the cage, the snake was analyzing the different angles of attack, wanting to make sure the feathers wouldn’t be going down the wrong way.
