NBB’s Guide to that Bird You Saw: Pigeon
The Finale of our adventures with all the birds you really need to know, is, of course, the humble pigeon, or “Rock Dove” (which was a lesser-known single off Fred Schneider’s solo career. He doesn’t talk about it much), which is another bird that people hate because they’ve adapted to human civilization so very well. “Filthy things! Look at them, eating garbage!” as if their food supply, you know, fell off great orchards of invisible Garbage Trees, or simply blew into town like tumbleweeds made of Big Mac wrappers.
You gonna eat the rest of that?
But enough with the social commentary, let us consider the pigeon in and of itself.
The pigeon has two things going for it: one is their coloration. Pigeons have a remarkable color ranges: you see it a lot in our neighborhood, where I think the wild population has been cross-breading with racing birds. But even the normal, garden variety pidge has that remarkable iridescent ring around their neck and the blue-gray coloring.
It’s in flight that pigeons are really fantastic, that ungainly body swooping in large circles, great flocks of them covering the sky. Did you know that pigeons can out fly Peregrine Falcons? It’s true. And the reason why they’re so slow to get out of the way of cars is that they see things much faster than we do: it’s like you’re moving in slow motion—that’s right, it doesn’t occur to a pigeon that you might be a threat to it.
But I’ll grant you that the Pidge may not have the most well-thought-out shape in the avian world. It lacks the sleek sharpness of a Blue Jay or the petite uber-cuteness of a Titmouse. It seems to be made up large of bumps, like a stack of bowling balls in a burlap sack, jostling over each other. Walking, a pigeon’s body can’t quite seem to agree which direction it’s going: chest forward, tail back, head in a complete panic of falling over. And then there are the feet, with all the design elegance of a Soviet automobile.
So, you should give a bit of credit to the common Rock Dove. It’s bird you should know. But just make sure you never, ever let anyone know you admire it. They’ll give you dirty looks out of the side of their eyes, and walk quickly away, muttering… much like a pigeon.

















While I commend you for trying to use the proper name for the humble pigeon, you seem to be unaware that the AOU committee on confusing birders just because we can changed the name a couple of years back from Rock Dove to Rock Pigeon.
I had the opportunity to hang out with some pigeons that had been rescued by a friend out on his farm (he used to raise them as a kid). When they are not in the dirty city streets, they are quite lovely and very entertaining. Alas, the hawks got them eventually.
Pigeons are perfectly fine birds. Nothin’ wrong with ‘em. People on the other hand could stand significant improvement.
Pigeons, my grandparents got me some “Homing Pigeons” when I was 11 years old as an incentive to stop sucking my thumb…it worked and I enjoyed my years with them…I love the sound they make, as I do dove coos.
I adore pigeons–they’re one of the few examples of non-human life we see in the city, and they’re funny and friendly as well. I thought your description of them was totally perfect and hilarious!
NBB, just to say, I’ve been really enjoying your posts. I chuckle over every one, then send the link to my own NBB (nonbirding boyfriend).
dea, I like that, “nonbirding boyfriend”
As a nonbirder, I’ve been surprised at how much I enjoy the Birdchick blog. But it’s a treat to have NBBill fill in for a perspective that’s usually a bit closer to home. I have to draw the line at appreciating pigeons, though. Pigeons??? If I didn’t have them hanging out and pooping on my roof day in, day out, it might be a different story. As it is, my favorite part was the comment that mentioned the hawks getting them. Too bad the evil sparrows won’t take ‘em on.