People in the West tend to talk a lot of crap about pigeons, calling them "rats with wings" (which is in and of itself offensive to us people who've had pet rats before), "vermin" and other unpleasant monickers that the poor little birds have done naught to earn. It's not the pigeons' faults that the relentless spread of human civilization has encroached upon natural lands where wild pigeons would have happily gone about their business far removed from most human activity, though the pigeons in the Americas today are all the descendants of domesticated pets. The original, indigenous pigeon, the passenger pigeon, went extinct a long time ago. I'm sure the pigeons would rather not have to eat our garbage and instead prefer to feast on fat worms, seeds and grubs out of the grasses and fields, fresh and natural, juicy. Coincidentally, though, the spread of humans was a big factor in why the pigeons (and doves) were able to proliferate as well as they have, due in large part to the aforementioned domestication. For eons they were bred for food, their chubby little nestlings (aka squab) made an easy protein source for the people living in growing cities throughout the Middle East and Europe at the advent of civilization... then they were kept as pets, admired for their monotonous pairings, messenger and navigation abilities, and the simple lives that made them easy to cage. Now, instead of being the food source themselves, pigeons are able to scavenge from the endless detritus that collects around any large human city. In this much, they at least share an obvious kinship with rats, who found their way to the Americas onboard shipping vessels and were not originally native to the lands. They've done exceptionally well and endured due to their symbiotic, or at least reasonably tenable, relationship with humans.
People without homes, or the homeless, also share this kinship with the misunderstood animals aforementioned. Any large enough group of humans gathered into a township or city will begin to accumulate their own human vestigials, lingering around the periphery of the acceptable spaces to squeak out a living on the remains and shrapnel of others, largely trying to skirt by unnoticed by the masses who would maybe try to stamp them out.
Until next time!
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NAU
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