Pigeons.
Pigeons. Some people call them feathered rats. I don’t.
I really like pigeons. I like the way they walk. I like the sound of a pigeon’s coo. I like the way they don’t give a damn what they eat; Be it bread, some old chips, or street vomit, they always look really happy when they are chowing down. Pigeons then appear to the untrained eye to be happy slobs.
This perception however could not be further from the truth. Like Mr. Miyagi and Yoda, the pigeon’s appearance and manner is camouflage for some amazing talents! Domesticated pigeons can find their way home from somewhere they have never been before at distances of up to one thousand miles. So you see if some terminal computer virus takes out all the computers in the world we can exchange email for pmail.
How the pigeons manage this feat is a matter of some controversy. The prevailing theory is that they are able to sense the world’s magnetic field with special tissues in their heads, however some ornithologists dispute this as they are not a migratory species. I can’t think of any other way they could manage this. Maybe they use sat nav? I jest of course.
Using these amazing abilities, pigeons have been used in times of war to carry messages. It is a little known fact that some pigeons have actually been awarded medals for valour! With this in mind I think it is only fair to arm (or should that be wing?) pigeons to defend themselves against pigeon hunters.
In conclusion, I think more people should be aware of how cool pigeons are.
Pigeons cool??
Are you mad boy? You are talking about these disgusting disease filled animals that eat anything in site and poo on anything they fly over.
The only time that I’ve ever enjoyed watching pigeon’s was in the film 24 Hour Party People, when the character of Sean Ryder was on a roof of a high rise building feeding quiet a number of pigeon’s bread filled with rat poison. Then after a minute the pigeon’s began to fall from the sky and Mr. Ryder began attempting to “volley” them off the building.
Quiet frankly, that was marvelous!
Where I mentioned “quiet” I meant “quite”.
Damn Pigeon’s!!
INFIDEL! The Pigeons shall have their revenge!
Actually its kind of ironic because Ryder always reminded me of a pigeon (only you would probably be quicker to catch a disease off him).
Pigeons I can take or leave.
It’s the little b*st*rds that feel it necessary to run around chasing pigeons and attempting to kick them that I fnckng want to sort out.
Quality post. Better than the usual Socialist drivel that you spew.
In your next post could you talk about those little metal ashtrays that you used to collect in the vain hope that one day you would own your own video camera and produce your own Alien B movie? Remember that you shitebag? Remember me laughing?
Or I could write about that time you sh@t yourself when you were 14.
I still shit myself and I’m 24.
I LOVE PIGEONS
MY NICKNAME IS PIGEON