Everybody eat a pigeon

Pigeons: The Next Step in Local Eating (No, Really)

When you look at a pigeon, you might see a dirty, rat-like bird that fouls anything it touches with feathers or feces, but I see a waste-scavenging, protein-generating biomachine.
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You see, city pigeons are the feral descendants of birds that were domesticated by humans thousands of years ago so that we could eat them and use their guano as fertilizer, we read in Der Spiegel. They're still doing their part, i.e. eating and breeding, but we humans have stopped doing ours, i.e. eating them.
Numbering in the hundreds of millions, they could be a new source of guilt-free protein for locavores in urban centers. Instead, we're still trying to kill off our species' former pet birds[.]

Delicious. It makes a hell of a lot more sense than raising chickens, and the locavore movement is possibly the only modern alternative food system that wouldn't completely destroy society as we know it (don't buy non-GM foods, kids). My mission for this Sunday is to go kill and eat a feral pigeon. I like this point near the end of the article, too:

Really, all pigeons need is a re-branding. Just as the spurned Patagonian toothfish became the majestic Chilean sea bass and the silly Chinese gooseberry became the beloved kiwifruit, pigeons can merely reclaim their previous sufficiently arugula-sounding name: squab.

Or the apparently inedible pitaya becoming the regal dragonfruit.