My pigeons hop right up in my lap now, falling over each other in their greed, and eat out of my hand. Still, they're hard to like, these brainless birds. I'd prefer sparrows, but the pigeons crowd them out. On the way to the wifi each morning I pass some doves. Doves are upper middle class pigeons, the Starbuck's set as compared to the desperadoes who hang out at the Café Cabaret (my wifi). They have their own agenda and aren't interested in my birdseed.