sipowicz
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Best to just trap them, place your menu order on their feet, and hope they fly to a nearby restaurant.
If you're worried about something, just marinate them in vodka overnight.
If that occurred from living in a city it would follow that humans would also test heavy in those areas. I can see it if they are drinking water from puddles on asphalt and eating bugs and whatever they may not be the best but people have raised and eaten pigeons as long as they have chickens.
Depends where you live. NYC pigeons may just eat you!
A few years ago I was in Manhattan visiting friends who flew in from Sweden to see NYC. We were up on the top of the Empire state building looking over the city. Out on the ledge sat these pigeons. You should have seen them. Missing toes, Missing a foot, half a foot, Missing an eye, all scruffy and mean looking. Looked like they were from a 3rd world prisonYour comment made me think of these guys:
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Also, true story: The last time my wife and I visited Manhattan, we were waiting for our train and saw these two pigeons walking around together in Grand Central Terminal without a care in the world. NYC pigeons, indeed.![]()
Ever eat any chicken? Like in free range chicken?
Like chicken that's been scratchin' under the out house at Ma & Pa farm?
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Now that I think about it, I remember Workman Guy used to trap and eat various birds around his trailer. Of course he would also cook TV dinners by leaving them in the car in the hot sun all day, roast abandoned hot dogs found in a turned off refrigerator over treated lumber scraps and wrap up in sheets of torn down abestos insulation to keep warm at night. He also claimed it was safe to drink antifreeze for a buzz. Or was it window washer fluid...Towards the end of when I knew him, he was plagued by open sores and liquefication of the bowels, so perhaps it is best to take his culinary advice with a grain of salt so to speak.
Guy had his Cousin Carl on the job sometimes. Guy made jest of Cousin Carl at times as the "slow one". Anyway, Cousin Carl was known to scrape dead animals up with a shovel from the road and eat them. I remember asking Guy about rabies, and he responded somewhat along the lines of "you can just cook that out of them". Despite that reassurance, I declined to sample the sloppy joe mix that Cousin Carl brought to work in a stained Country Crock container one day. It was rewarmed in the same manner as Guy did his TV dinners, by leaving it out in the sun for a while.
My friend Dan, Guy's employer at the time, refused to let him use the household toilet for fear of communicable disease, relegating him to an empty bucket. Which was all well and good until the housing inspector stepped into said bucket and got his foot stuck, but I digress...
I do not recall the details of the traps Guy used at this late date. I do remember him setting up a box trap trying to catch a sea gull once though.
Guy maintained that individuals far more...rustic...than himself and Cousin Carl lived in an abandoned semi trailer in the woods. He did not, to my recollection elaborate on their culinary secrets other than to express a degree of disdain at their eating habits.
That makes for some terrible tasting hair of the dog in the morning though.