From the bottom of my heart for all of your loving encouragement and support through all of Bloo’s treatments, cheering him on and keeping me from losing hope before everything possible could be attempted.
Because of your encouragement, there will be emergency treatment immediately available for the next impacted peep that can save its life.
Thank you for reblogging, especially the updates on Bloo, and bringing a lost baby feral pigeon into the public eye.
Feral pigeons are the stray sky puppies society abandoned forgot about after thousands of years of partnership.
Racing homers, the magority donors of feral genes, were not just pre-tech twitter.
Every one knows about the way homing pigeons have saved soldiers. It makes sense that they were used extensively by the coast guard for their accuracy in locating people lost at sea.
Some of you may have heard that pigeons are proving accurate at diagnosing breast cancer from slides.
Or that the similar pattern of deterioration with age has made elderly homing pigeons ideal subjects in the ongoing studies of alzheimers and some forms of dementia.
But did you know that they can develop legitimate reading comprehension in english? Three different scientific studies have taught pigeons the english alphabet and words to the extent of proving that they could obey a command written on a cue card, in a box where they could not see the handler to avoid the Clever Hans effect!
Did you know that Racing Homers were the golden standard of reliability against which the postal service, telegraph messages, phone lines, and even the developing internet were all measured against for speed and reliability?
And did you know that without long distance correspondance by pigeon, roads connecting settlements, towns, and cities could not have been accurately planned for and constructed?
Our societies as they are known today were built and expanded on the wings of pigeons.
Even showy pigeons who couldn’t fly well enough to bring messages kept us from starving.
Pigeons were the one kind of livestock no one was too poor to afford.
And yes, on occasion, they provided meat or eggs, but their clutches are limited to two eggs every ten days AT MOST!
Guys, a chicken egg is about 10x the weight of a pigeon egg.
Barely worth farming.
And if you want squab, you have to wait. 7 days from sex to egg. 18 days to hatch, and 4 weeks to harvest.
To have enough squab to rely on a clutch a week, you need about 8 pair of birds.
Some breeds of pigeon are the size of bantam chickens, so the meat might be worth farming, but big pidge are bad fliers, so they couldn’t go out to forage.
You wanna know what made pigeon flocks so valuable that people with the money to do it hired guards to kill fucking pigeon poachers?
Shit you not, godawful pun intended.
Pigeon shit is one of the most nutritious fertilizers on the planet.
If you want crops to grow in the desert, moisten some pigeon shit and till it into the ground.
Composting it with refuse from meals makes lovely, rich soil that won’t burn roots with an OD of nitrogen.
The point of all that is that we have been partners with Pigeons, dependent on them for everything from growing food in hostile conditions to long distsnce comunication and coordination since the dawn of written history.
And in a span of fifty years, we have not only abandoned them, but largely forgotten that we ever had this relationship in the first place.
I’ll get to the root of that in the US in another post.
But the long and short of it is that feral pigeons are basically hoards of stray puppies with wings, that don’t even get the love and sympathy and basic compassion that a stray puppy would get from the average person.
We see stray puppies, or even dogs, and we don’t care if that dog or puppy has never SEEN a human, we are INSTANTLY concerned for its wellbeing!
Feral pigeons are ALL lost pets, and most people don’t even know they can BE pets.
One of my most brightly burning passions is to remind people that pigeons are sky puppies… and bring them back into the public eye in the capacity of companionship.
Next time you see some feral pidge, think of Ankhou and Bloo, and be sweet to them.