I have a part-time pet pigeon named April. I mean, I don't have her. She comes and goes as she pleases. But I've known her since she was a little squab in the spring of 2020.
That was when I moved into a cell next door to Debbie, the resident bird lady. Debbie had a habit of snatching baby pigeons, called squabs, from their nests and raising them. Most o…