Tuesday, January 28, 2003


Legislation, rights for pigeons is for the birds

Yet another parasite-ridden, filthy pigeon has found my newly washed car the pristine target for its excrement. Last year, I was all about being one with the pigeon, but now I just want it dead. It has crapped on my car for the last time.

Yet my malignant impulses are held in sway by the mere fact that exterminating pigeons without a license is illegal in Los Angeles County.

Apparently, legislative fondness for pigeons erupted nationally in 1998, when some weirdo was found poisoning pigeons with pesticide in New York City’s Central Park.

Pigeon activists had their genocide, and they were not going to let it go.

Cornell University’s ornithology laboratory started a pigeon-watch program. People all over the world would send them pictures of distinguished pigeons.

In South Africa, some smugglers trained carrier pigeons to eat diamonds.

The pigeons then flew to their fellow smugglers, who chopped them open and sold the diamonds to the highest bidder. Police caught on to this rather ingenious scam, and found nearly $12,000 worth of uncut diamonds in a pigeon.

Why can’t that pigeon poop on my car?

 

Rebecca Zak is a columnist for the Daily Trojan at the University of Southern California. This column was distributed by U-Wire.


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