As a kid, I always loved feeding pigeons at the zoo or in the park. As I grew up, I absorbed and internalized my parents’ annoyance with them. “Rats with wings,” they said. The birding community reinforces this attitude as well.

But an awful lot of people like them, Mr Wren among them. He reminds me of their close relationship to doves, and encourages me to feed them when we are in London or Venice or any other city where this is the tourist thing to do. So I guess I’ve returned to my roots as a child that loved all animals without prejudice, and enjoyed feeding and interacting with them all.
In that spirit, I give you the pigeons of Paris.






Update, 12/19/2010: I’ve retrospectively added this post to a new series, Pigeons of the World.