Earlier this week, the view from my kitchen window in Brooklyn yielded a peculiar sight: spread across the rooftop of the building next door were rows upon rows of neatly arranged bread chunks. As a group of pigeons descended to claim their meal, I came to realize that my dear neighbor belongs to a subset of New Yorkers who enjoy the company of pigeons. From the folks who scatter birdseed in the park to devoted pigeon racers, pop-cultural enthusiasts and journalists writing about pigeons, the scavenging birds that most urbanites view with indifference, annoyance, or outright hostility (ever heard the moniker “rats with wings”?) have garnered a diverse league of appreciators.
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