General

Into the air comes the sweet plume of pigeon wings, each of them seeking the finest bakery crumbs.

General

With sheen of green upon dove-grey, the pigeon's embrace the heat of summertime.

General

The pigeons come as happy souls to the rising light of day.

General

I can say with full confidence that the pigeons of this city exist to enjoy their life. For they congregate in the town square with such feathered joy, each of them as well fed as the next.