tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post4840578028791099519..comments2011-11-30T14:30:08.836-06:00Jenny Kendlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998646207565542910noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-4363092067077756322011-11-30T11:56:52.460-06:002011-11-30T11:56:52.460-06:00As I left my local bakery this morning with my bagel, I noticed an inquisitive little fellow loitering just outside the door. I thought, &quot;he knows where he wants to go&quot;.<br />And without the slightest whiff of urgency the plucky little bugger strolled right in.<br />:PigeonMattohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12743103524869515846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-22171736317958516162011-11-30T11:50:32.691-06:002011-11-30T11:50:32.691-06:00As I left my bakery this morning I noticed an inquisitive little pigeon just outside. I thought to myself &quot;He knows where he wants to go&quot;. And with a rather cosmopolitan swagger he just strolled right in.<br />Turned my sour morning right around.Mattohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12743103524869515846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-32223772027169922572008-09-07T09:05:00.000-05:002008-09-07T09:05:00.000-05:00there are still wild rock doves in remote coastal parts of the UK. <BR/><BR/>I agree with what you say, though, pigeons and dandelions are successful and thus derided. Interesting comment on our psychologyCrafty Green Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-1647353369229969632008-06-17T13:09:00.000-05:002008-06-17T13:09:00.000-05:00A belated reply, this...but a reply all the same.<BR/><BR/>I grew up in rural Virginia, where pigeons are considered "game birds." In fact, many local hunters - my family included - cherished pigeon meat as much as they do dove, quail, duck or deer.<BR/><BR/>It wasn't until I moved to the city that I heard people describe <I>Columba livia</I> with derision. Although European starlings (<I>Sturnus vulgaris</I>) are my favorite trophic generalist, pigeons are a welcome sight in my mind, even if they occasionally hit a friend (or me) in the head.Hungry Hyaenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-1632518127849807502008-05-24T14:31:00.000-05:002008-05-24T14:31:00.000-05:00Must be all the pollen in the air...Jenny Kendlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998646207565542910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162776759662639805.post-86820266888488294402008-05-22T13:42:00.000-05:002008-05-22T13:42:00.000-05:00Wow. Weird. I just came up with a (secret)thesis the other day. My train of thought that lead to it went from feral to the odd idea of "weeds" as well. rather uncanny. we'll have to discuss.Harpia harpyjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10953450660925094290noreply@blogger.com