Rowan Eng-Kryston
The pigeons of Cyprus roam Larnaca in hoards. Just like the stray cats, they wander the city like it’s their own. Pigeons were originally domesticated for meat, entertainment, and message delivery, which is why they are still so prevalent in metropolitan areas. Several types of pigeons were bred for hyper specific purposes, such as parlor pigeons–they are flightless and were designed to somersault across the floors of parlors, which served as a strange and archaic pastime for the rich. Although, as other technologies developed, pigeons became less and less useful. And now that pigeons don’t serve a specific purpose, they are no longer as highly valued as they once were. So pigeons are now often viewed as pests–some even refer to them as “rats of the sky.”
But as a lover of rats and pigeons I have never understood this. Pigeons are beautiful birds, they come in so many colors and they have gorgeous iridescent feathers. Their loyal and docile nature makes them great pets. They are one of the best and easiest birds to keep because they are already domesticated, as opposed to parrots or parakeets who are wild tropical birds that either must be captured from their natural habitat or bred in captivity. Pigeons are deeply affectionate creatures who crave companionship, which is why they live in cities and why they are so eager to eat the scraps that humans give them. Pigeons rely on humans to help them survive, which is one of the reasons why I have such a soft spot for them.
While I was roaming Larnaca with Kendall and Joaquin, we stopped at the Church of Saint Lazarus–where many pigeons congregate. I have a habit of trying to catch wild animals, and this time was no exception. So I was running about the square, trying to catch a pigeon, any pigeon–which I had only successfully done one other time. And as I was frantically trying to snatch one, I noticed a man chuckling at my many failed attempts. As I turned to laugh with him he said, “There are two ways to catch a pigeon.” My curiosity was immediately piqued, and I asked him to tell me his ways. To which he said “First is the way you’re doing it.” I asked the what the second way was, because clearly the first wasn’t working out. He disappeared into his shop (named Everyday is a Gift, I got a free ring and a lovely pair of earrings after this interaction), and he returned with a piece of bread. He handed it to me and told me to drop the crumbs at my feet. As soon as the first piece of bread hit the ground, a hoard of pigeons descend upon us. I dropped more crumbs at my feet and while they were distracted I grabbed one. I was absolutely delighted and beaming with pride, I caught a pigeon, he was in my grasp. He wasn’t even mad, he just looked at me with deep confusion, as if he couldn’t believe he had been caught. After I had sufficiently celebrated my victory, I set him free, but only to grab a new pigeon. Kendall had been watching the whole time and she joined in on the fun. So we were each excitedly clutching our pigeons, who were just deeply flabbergasted and too confused to even protest. We thanked the Pigeon Master for his guidance, and he smiled at us, invited us to look around in his shop, and disappeared back inside. Then we said goodbye to both our pigeons and set them free.
