Nina In New York: Pigeon-Killer On The Loose On The Upper West Side
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By Nina Pajak
The following is a rhetorical question: Why are people the worst? They are, you know.
Over the weekend, an Upper West Side animal hospital reported the deaths of five pigeons and a blue jay, and they suspect the cause is an illegal bird poison called Avitrol. Birds who ingest it become disoriented and experience hour-long seizures before dropping dead. Nice, huh? Avitrol is distributed as cracked corn kernels which can be scattered among regular feed in the hopes that birds will bear witness to the violent demise of their brethren and avoid the food source going forward.
They call it pest control. I have another word for it: Murder. Cold blooded.
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I don’t pretend to be a great defender of pigeons. I don’t like them. They are icky and dirty and underfoot and they poop all over my air conditioner and make lots of noise in my window. Just this weekend I watched two of them pecking each other’s faces off in some sort of territory battle on our neighbor’s back deck. Gross.
Be that as it may, people can’t just go around all willy-nilly vigilante-style distributing illegal poison on public streets committing mass birdocide. Not only is it cruel, but it’s irresponsible. There are legions of dogs (and even some leash-trained cats) on the Upper West Side who have a Terminator-style digital tracking devices implanted in their brains which seek and zero in on discarded food on the ground. No one is certain where precisely the poison has been spread, but it’s only a matter of time before we figure it out thanks to some vigilant, unsuspecting canine who hoovers it up before its owner even knows what happened.
Perhaps this pigeon poisoner doesn’t care. Perhaps this person is an all-around animal hater and will be just as happy if his or her poisoning spree happens to kill a few squirrels, sparrows, blue jays or domesticated pets along with the intended target. Not only am I scared, but I’m furious (I frequently conflate the two emotions).
I hope they catch this dirty bird and subject the animal to a fitting form of punishment: a month spent with that dude in Central Park who walks around with pigeons all over his arms and head, perhaps. Or a year’s worth of cleaning bird poop off Grant’s Tomb. Also, jail time and a massive fine. My justice is swift and unforgiving.
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Nina Pajak is a writer and publishing professional living with her husband on the Upper West Side.
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