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raybearI love birds.
I hate pigeons.
Winged rats. Dirty messy creatures that settle en masse and produce copious amounts of filth. Genetically abnormal creatures that are products of our industrial ecosystem created hundreds of years ago. The other week I was walking Sophie in the vacant lot and saw two pigeons eating remnants of a piece of fried chicken. They were eating another bird. That's not right. Another sign of their seriously devolved DNA. They're going to get Mad Pigeon Disease.
Our new house is right up again another two flat, with the exception of a few feet between the angled windows. The bedroom chosen to be our office has one of these windows, which lets in only limited amount of sunlight and gives an upclose view of this narrow brick shaft, which is also the home of many pigeons. Several dark grey ones, but also many white ones with dark patches of color. They sit on the windowsill, feathers puffed out. When I was down in the basement, there's a window by the washer that opens to the bottom of the shaft, where several of them were roosting around, pecking at each, probably doing mating and wrestling, active until I approached the glass and the froze. When I tap on any of the windows, they hesitate before moving, and even then they don't go far. They jump across to another ledge, then come back when I leave. Same when Sophie jumps up to look at them. They've been in this spot long enough to nearly lose their fear of the humans and animals on the other side of the glass.
But over the weekend, while sleeping in the couch in the early mornings or even in the afternoon when napping, I would lie in the sun and near-silence, the only noise being the low soft cooing of the birds. The trait coming from non-mutated genes that originated from doves. I didn't want to like it, but I couldn't help be lulled.
And so maybe, I don't hate these pigeons as much for being what they are.
I hate pigeons.
Winged rats. Dirty messy creatures that settle en masse and produce copious amounts of filth. Genetically abnormal creatures that are products of our industrial ecosystem created hundreds of years ago. The other week I was walking Sophie in the vacant lot and saw two pigeons eating remnants of a piece of fried chicken. They were eating another bird. That's not right. Another sign of their seriously devolved DNA. They're going to get Mad Pigeon Disease.
Our new house is right up again another two flat, with the exception of a few feet between the angled windows. The bedroom chosen to be our office has one of these windows, which lets in only limited amount of sunlight and gives an upclose view of this narrow brick shaft, which is also the home of many pigeons. Several dark grey ones, but also many white ones with dark patches of color. They sit on the windowsill, feathers puffed out. When I was down in the basement, there's a window by the washer that opens to the bottom of the shaft, where several of them were roosting around, pecking at each, probably doing mating and wrestling, active until I approached the glass and the froze. When I tap on any of the windows, they hesitate before moving, and even then they don't go far. They jump across to another ledge, then come back when I leave. Same when Sophie jumps up to look at them. They've been in this spot long enough to nearly lose their fear of the humans and animals on the other side of the glass.
But over the weekend, while sleeping in the couch in the early mornings or even in the afternoon when napping, I would lie in the sun and near-silence, the only noise being the low soft cooing of the birds. The trait coming from non-mutated genes that originated from doves. I didn't want to like it, but I couldn't help be lulled.
And so maybe, I don't hate these pigeons as much for being what they are.
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i KNOW!!
Date: 2004-05-04 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 01:04 pm (UTC)Dude. Pigeons are nasty. I had one fly in my hair once, and another time at the Phila Zoo (during my unfortunate big-hair years) I was watching some dog-and-pony show (literally), when I felt something fall on my head. I was standing under a tree, I looked up, and there were the pigeons, doing their dirty sinful business. Ew! Ew!
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Date: 2004-05-04 01:54 pm (UTC)ew.
Date: 2004-05-04 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 03:33 pm (UTC)But then, I love rats too. And squirrels and racoons and all the other urban wildlife that people consider pests. (OK, so I don't love cockroaches - I'm talking strictly vertabrates here.) I have never understood why people fear and loathe them. So what if they go through your garbage - it's not like you were using it anymore! And yeah, most animals carry microbes that are dangerous to humans - as long as you keep a safe distance and don't provoke them, it shouldn't effect you. I love seeing wild animals in the city. It's just so thrilling to me to think of anything surviving in this madness. But I think there's this subconscious assumption that the city is "ours" - we created it and we control it and thus any representative of the animal kingdom infiltrating it constitutes a threat - and that's why people are afraid of them.
Then there are the hawks and falcons that nest on the sides of skyscrapers. It's just like Jurassic Park - life finds a way!
pigeons: demonic critters
Date: 2004-05-05 02:14 am (UTC)I can't believe that people in cities still feed them (wood pigeons, now they at least breed at a more normal rate and are not disease infested).
Pigeons, like rats (and humans, arguably), are vermin.
The reproduce beyond control, and nest in their own shit. Literally.
eurgh
Date: 2004-05-05 06:22 am (UTC)And coo schmoo, don't be won over by the dove like sounds they are still *manky pigeons.
*translation of manky: extremely dirty, unclean; see also skanky