so when I was about 12, I decided I was sufficiently suburban and alienated that I didn’t have any proper superstitions and so therefore I would pick one for myself. now one white bird in a flock of feral pigeons is good luck for me, specifically, because I say so. hello, my own personal lucky bird

also pigeons are just fantastic. look at them. can you execute a vertical takeoff and a midair 90 degree turn to evade an oncoming Deliveroo biker? no you can’t. they have adapted ‘live on cliff and avoid world’s fastest falcon’ to ‘live on windowledge and avoid the number 41 bus’ and I love them.