Where the Hell Are All the Baby Pigeons?
A mystery hiding in plain sight—along with a French dinner reservation you didn’t ask for.
Baby pigeons are the Bigfoot of city birds. You see their crusty, overconfident parents waddling around train stations like they own the place—pooping on statues, strutting like they’ve got a 2 PM with Scorsese—but the babies? Ghosts. Never seen. Like an unopened bar tab in Vegas.
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