I don't agree with your opinion of 'city' pigeons, lamarca, though I'm aware a lot of people feel as you do. I like them because of their irridescence, their streamlined bodies, their perkiness, their hardiness; you know they feel masters of their world. I like their low- voiced chuckles too, as though at any moment they could burst into song.

Besides, when they explode as one from the ground and wheel overhead, glinting in the sun- come on! they're beautiful.

(Once I saw a video a friend had taken at St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. On the green grass was a flock of all-white doves. As they leapt into the air, it looked as though someone had flung a large handful of handkerchiefs up high.)

On the other hand, I have no problem letting nature take its course- owls and bats and peregrine falcons (and coyotes?) living in the confines of the city because of the abundance of prey are fascinating and another part of the circle of life.