Columba Livia Domestica
Columba Livia Domestica Tanner Clegg Its head is radically spherical, almost to a fault, and its neck feathers do this cool green/purple iridescent thing when they comingle with sunlight. It nests alongside the emulsifying chemical compounds of rotten bridges and plywood-plastered apartment complexes, and it grazes in the upper strata of garbage cans, relishing your escapee fries at the bottom of the bag. Some say that it is nothing new and nothing special, that it is impolite and klutzy and gratuitously persistent and generally annoying. Others gleefully offer up heads, thighs, and wrists as landing pads. --- The global aviary is absolutely stacked with gawk-inspiring birds. The mourning dove, with its soft and tan feathers and its ghostly and rhythmic coo, soars with the aplomb of divine metaphor—“And behold, the Holy Ghost descended like a dove”—carrying with it promises of peace and pleasantness. The bald eagle, with its E...