1.17.25 Bridgeport, Chicago, IL

 

So, I don't know exactly how this started, but now I'm obsessed with Rock Pigeons. OK, maybe obsessed is a little strong. I don't go to pigeon fancier's contests or multi-million dollar high-stakes pigeon racing. (Yes, both those things exist.) I don't have a giant wall full of pigeons called a dovecote built into my house, or have an army of fancy pigeons. Despite not participating in all those insane yet real things,  I've gotten really interested in these birds. They have TONS of interesting plumages, romantic and social behavior, and over a thousand breeds. In fact, pigeons have possibly been pets before AGRICULTURE even existed. Not only were they pets, but food, fertilizer producers (I'm talking poo-poo), and even prevalently sacrificed in several ancient traditions. In the movie Home Alone, they thoroughly trained 500 pigeons to fly in and out of the background. There are pigeons wherever there are people. And as such an interesting species, my family watches them a lot these days. As you look through this post, you will read that I label them left to right by patterning.

Blue check, blue piebald, blue t-check, and spread blue (Rock Pigeon plumages plumages, see more above)

Blue bar, piebald blue t-check, and another blue bar

Blue bar, blue piebald, blue check, another blue check, and blue bar

Various pigeons, a few of which are piebald (varied white splotches)

Many a rock pigeon

Rock Pigeons coming in for a landing

Flappy-do-da

Blue check then a very unbalanced blue bar


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